Sonnet, There Is No Love More Dear Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is no love more dear to me then true,
For it is like a seed that grows from soil;
When fresh and new, before it dies or foil,
When at first it wakes up and comes through.
It lies in horizons and depth of sky blue,
And truth, that a rambling heart can not spoil;
Untrue love will always collapse and coil,
For it's not of a heart or soul - in you.

To be of trust worth nature you must give,
Of feelings that are worthy to hold dear;
Show your honest love that you gave birth,
First time such a feeling in you did live.
And then a love, like daylight, becomes clear,
That is more dear, and for each one more worth.