Sonnet 546

There is no greater gift than but we share

 

That magic bond that often is called love,
Life’s grand elation yet beyond compare
Whose impudent portray does little prove.
Love as a sentiment needs no display
For why to strive or pledge what simply is
And truth is not made true by what we say,
Bold proof of love more how we think and live.
Thus rarely do I say I love you so
And seldom do you say you love but me,
Love’s strength is not a pompous outward show
But is an essence that we live and breathe.
No boastful show can ever love apprise;
It dwells in hearts and speaks through silent eyes.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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