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06 Sonnet ~ Exempting not the Beloved from returning love. On "Sonnets From The Portuguese."
"Exempting not beloved from returning love in self-same ardor with which each heart is fed as it is almost devoured by the heat that flares when two exhuberant passions meet."
My heart knows of two hearts, yet they are one.
My joy is : I'm possessed by love that's pure.
That my beloved knows Hope's claims are sure,
shows for sweet fact, we do not dream alone.
Who portions out the Good and Pure says, "Done;
My hand with-holds dark sorrows. They endure
who hold My hand, yield not to sin's allure."
How perfect our hearts grew; love had begun.
I cared before I knew Love was my quest,
for all you gave and gave, and nought held back.
"Come, join us, Love", thus Cupid came as guest,
accompanying us in noble search.
Fair souls' urge, driving deep, did over-arch,
compelling such drive in us toward Love's best.
Beautifully written and true to the theme and form.
Oh that such love really existed, in this hurtful world of sham and shame.