O love, thou art but as a fleeting dream
That passeth in the stillness of the night
To capture souls and fill with vain esteem
Then carry them above on wing'ed flight
Enraptured be those caught in your domain
With eyes that see naught but the one beloved
Extolling ever with a sweet refrain
Such passions, glowing warm as hearts so moved
O love, thou art a trickster of the mind
All reason thus be gone and ever lost
So clouding sight, yet furthermore to blind
And then to onwards likely count the cost
True love must thence be sought with open eyes
Lest that beloved, one ever shall despise
Love often leaves one blind. So one should love with open eyes, firmly rooted on the ground. Such love will withstand all ravages of blind passion! One more love sonnet to your credit!
Rush into love, repent at leisure, I was told when young, a great write Val.
Love is the best thing in the world. a fantastic poem. Ph would not let me leave a comment on your poem Sonnet II, it was another great poem.
On the staves I am trapped in love's reprise in the pauses, the depth of love realized.
Wise words indeed! Wonderful as always! Last two lines, spot on! : -)
Sage advice from across the ages that that desired has its risks and the heart may indeed be fickle and love fleeting, a fine write in this succinct form.
wonderful preception of love.love can both keep us living and dying.~nb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As we don`t live an eternal life, all the ingredients that constitute life should also be so.. Love has to fleet and therefore alone it is cherished. O love, thou art there.. that`s important Valerie. A fine addition indeed.