Sonnets Are Full Of Love

Poem By Christina Georgina Rossetti

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstare while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

Comments about Sonnets Are Full Of Love

" whose heart is my heart's quiet home, " Shakespeare used this type of repetition to great effect. The rhythm and the sound make this a true sonnet with more than just fourteen lines of verse.
........a wonderful poem of love ★
Indeed love transcends everything and eternal!
A marvelous wreath of rhymes woven to crown the most loving memoirs of Mother. Thanks for sharing it here.
My tome! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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