How do I love thee? can this be defined?
Are words enough to tell it really true?
Is the essence sound once it’s refined
To ever really show my love for you?
For these things can’t be placed in pigeon holes
And neatly labeled each to fit the bill
Love’s not about the rules and scoring goals
It’s more about the feeling not the will
With this in mind I’ll tell you of my love
That brings a smile in wind and driving rain
And even holds my gaze from stars above
I’m thinking with my heart and not my brain
But if you’re seeking sound and concrete signs
I guess you’ll have to read between the lines…
© Matthew Penfold 2009
A Sonnet on the nature of love :-)