Sonnet 38, Each Word I Speak Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each word I speak, I hope is whole in meaning,
For love to admit is true and never blind;
It is like a golden thread my soul cleaning,
Every word from the heart one can not find.
The stars are wandering on heavens high,
Like each my feeling I want you there to keep;
It is like they can never reach to the sky,
For they be swallowed by ocean vast and deep.
But though they be unknown in heights and low,
I am longing still for your face to shine;
Who will know what true minds and feelings show?
If there is no one, there inside to twine.
To reach inside hearts, is not to pretend,
But more like, to come and be a true friend.