I might not show my care for you at all
I might not display love within my call,
I may not be in lover's gilded hours
Nor may I bring honey from blue flowers.
I own not joy in longing to inspire,
I own not thankfulness in burning desire,
Nor think I incessantly 'bout love's might
As when I lay indulged to the night!
What write I soul inept in wondering
Which flusters to construe my hearts beating-
Oh! Sorrow come what may in eyes wandering
If all but be lonely when meeting.
If ever love were vast in use of rhyme
Then embed this impediment into time.
This wonderful sonnet fascinates me think about love's obstacles in life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Dillon. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks