Sonnet 8: My Dear Sweet Love Is But An English Rose Poem by David Wood

My dear sweet love is but an English rose
Delicately picked for this heart of mine,
With such fragrances that greet every nose;
A bouquet of the sweetest tasting wine.
Such love is so hard to find in this land
Of deceitful lies and unashamed lust
Where unfaithful lovers walk hand in hand
And relationships are not built on trust.
But our love is both true and strong dear heart,
Your faithfulness is but your true nature,
And your gentleness does play a great part
And your love in every part is all the greater.
With you I hope to spend all of my days,
For you are everything on which my heart stays.