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