Sonnet 78 'so Have I Loved, My Heart Is Nearly Broke'

Dolcezza II So have I loved, my heart is nearly broke, The ordinary world hath lost its scope. The seeded garden briars and weeds do choke, To hold your hand in mine, my only hope. You've sown my heart with beauty and with deeds Of gentleness, of lady-courage rare, And yet, what stalks have sprouted bend like reeds And all my words, like branches, are stripped bare. My love hurts you, no matter how I try, And you must flee it like a coming storm I send you rain, but you see fierce snows fly, And you must run from them unto the warm. It made no difference! I intended well, But well-intentions cannot terrors quell.