03. Sonnet ~ a Voice Of Love. On "Sonnets From The Portuguese."

The Voice Of Love Is As Lovely As The Face Of Love.

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No-one can stand as Beauty in your place,

nor cause my heart with longing to so grieve

the lack of touch, I practiced, to believe.



Love has no plainer gift than pain (but Grace.)

But , now you've come.  Here stands the fairest face

from all which mortal portaiters conceive.



Your message to my heart with skill you weave,

so craftedly, I know you've lived my pace:

just scarcely breathing, hoping Life would be

eventually a world due true delight.

I had that dream -- I have it -- as my own;

to ask, to know, to please, a love so right

which fondest freedom now you have set free:

I love you as the earth loves sun alone.



(coda)  I do so love you -- none can take your place,

       and Happiness compared to me would grieve !!

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