If indeed I am sorrowful tonight,
my sorrow is much appreciated.
Sorrow works in true love to seem so right,
If I am ill now; later on I am elated.
Love is a path to take forever,
acts of love only lighten one’s damp soul.
Swimming in life’s outrageous endeavors,
it may take another to deem thee whole.
When vows are made; two persons become one,
both lives now mirroring one another.
One takes fault for what the other has done,
and when punishment come; both take cover.
For if your Love breathe thy very last breath,
Bare no grief; be merciful, say death.


Love is more than the creased hand could write down,
More than the blank chatter throughout the towns.
More than the kiss-bruised mouth could verbalize,
Much more than the watcher could idolize.
So much more than the dripping eye can see,
Miles more than the carpenter can measure.
Undoubtedly; Nothing could feel more free,
But locked in hearts of lovers forever.
It is the fresh droplet of morning dew,
That melts so lightly on your heavy tongue.
Yet; it's the ocean waiting to pull you,
Under the waves of burning compassion.
Love should not have Webster's recognition,
Because other than this simple sonnet,
Love has no definition.