Sonnet 77, If Love Is All Poem by Peter S. Quinn

If love is all that you surely can feel,
Why should it then come here and comfort me?
For such is love it goes and turns time's wheel,
And let the past in forgetfulness be.
You say then now, ‘here is my loving dear,
Be grateful to each passion I can give’;
But I say so, ‘I can not see you here,
And then there is nothing for me to live’.
Each playful heart takes two to be as one,
And if it's not, there is no compromise;
And all you longed for will be surely none,
For each not known, can never reach its highs.
Then love is nothing till the first of glow,
For then it is from one you only know.