Love As Divine Or Sacred (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Not born of earth alone, this love descends
From heights where mortal prayers in silence rise;
A sacred flame no human hand intends,
Yet lights the heart like truth before the eyes.
In loving thee, the soul learns how to kneel,
And finds in trust a form of holy grace;
Each breath becomes a vow the heart must seal,
Each glance a hymn time dares not erase.
No altar holds this love, no temple wall,
For it resides where faith and wonder meet;
Through thee, I hear the distant angels call,
And feel eternity beneath my feet.
If heaven speaks in ways the world can prove,
Its clearest voice is heard when hearts love.