There is no love more dear to me then true, <br />For it is like a seed that grows from soil; <br />When fresh and new, before it dies or foil, <br />When at first it wakes up and comes through. <br />It lies in horizons and depth of sky blue, <br />And truth, that a rambling heart can not spoil; <br />Untrue love will always collapse and coil, <br />For it's not of a heart or soul - in you. <br /> <br />To be of trust worth nature you must give, <br />Of feelings that are worthy to hold dear; <br />Show your honest love that you gave birth, <br />First time such a feeling in you did live. <br />And then a love, like daylight, becomes clear, <br />That is more dear, and for each one more worth.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-there-is-no-love-more-dear/
