Sonnet Cviii Comments

In expressing his love to his friend the poet had already used all the ideas which thought could devise, and all the expressions which language could supply. But, notwithstanding the constant repetition, the poet must not cease from his strains. Love is eternal, knowing no change in the object beloved.

........nicely penned and rhymes wonderfully ★

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Awesome I like this poem, check mine out