41. Sonnet Can One Count Love's Ways? On "Sonnets From The Portugese"

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If Love were but in numbers,  it could measure me;

If Love had any dimension, it could be held, to see;

If Love were mere Existence,it�d come to us unbidden;

If Love were easy, it'd not be hard to find what's hidden.  



     If Love were just mundane & not beautifully transcendent;

     If Love weren't such Freedom, so beautifully independent;

     If Love just met our needs---whether  deep, or shallow;

     Then Love weren't Grace; we couldn�t  bask in its glow!



But Love is SO like you, so free, so pure, so calm.

But Love can be like fire, burn hot, or glow warm.

But Love reminds us of ALL Love, that�s gone on before.

But Love will not desert us, and always gives us more.



Through past-Fate our future-Fate comes, gliding like a knife.

     Love is our last step, from Life through Death to Life.

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