All love that's wasted when melancholy's here, <br />The beauties thing that's forever's gone or lost; <br />When for some absence you'll not hold or bear, <br />Such legacy that takes its toll and cost. <br />If you hold me dear then do not me abuse, <br />For time will come when there's no more to give; <br />And none of us forever wish to lose, <br />For we must carry on and despair outlive. <br />Each profitless love is yours now to deceive, <br />Though everything is either strict or free; <br />Do not to my love ever be a thief, <br />For it's like the root of your greenest tree. <br />When fate does call, be there to gently feel, <br />What's of imaginary and what's real.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-6-all-love-that-s-wasted/
