Love As Transformation (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

To love is more than pleasure or delight,
It shapes the soul as sculptors shape the stone;
It turns the shadowed day into the bright,
And molds the heart through trials all its own.
What once was timid learns to rise and stand,
What once was fractured grows in quiet ways;
Through patient touch and steady, guiding hand,
The self is changed beneath love's gentle gaze.
No fire consumes, but warmth refines the core,
No tempest breaks, but teaches strength to bend;
Through giving, growing, we become much more,
And find in union what the self can mend.
So love transforms, endures, and makes us new—
A force that shapes the soul in all we do.