Love Is. A love poem (Shakesperean sonnet)

A gift of love is always well received,
a thing a silver coin could never buy,
a walk on golden fields of dreams achieved,
a treasure not to be seen with the eye.

A gift of love smells like a flower fragrant
and tastes like honey from heavenly jars,
and feels like plenitude in pleasure flagrant,
and sounds like music from crystal guitars.

It’s never overprized when love is paid.
With all that cash on you, you surely know,
what you crave for is not, I am afraid,
what on luxury counters has been laid.

The most expensive present dear love is,
for only love itself can pay for this.


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Thanks for reading love poems.

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