Sonnet # 39 Love Poem by John A. Hancock

My love for thee springs eternal, thy beauty
Be as the flowers that bloom brightly upon a summers day
For thou art lovely as a meadow's breeze my love
Soft and delicate as the gentle rains in May
Time tis a different measure once by your side
The hours whilst in thy presence slip away
Heaven it is to be in thy midst, whilst
My love for you grows with each new passing day
Twas not fate that drew us together
Born was I to love one such as thee
Never a doubt twas cast once I beheld thy face
For you being the one true love for me
Waltz with me thru this dance of life
With our hearts to guide us morning, noon and night