To You: a Love Sonnet

Here I must try to capture what I know, Of things unknowable within my mind, The lure of love now summons me to go, In questing for the best words I may find. All’s summoned deep from roots within my heart, To craft a song with verses that tell true, Of Heaven and the torment when we part, My hoping and my pure delight in you. The beauties that I value above all, Are yours. Within the compass of your frame, They shine, a rose before its petals fall, Or as a spray of blossom after rain. These then are lines I’ve crafted at this hour: For this plain earth your beauty is the flower.