Sonnet - Iv (Speak Truly If You Deem To Speak Of Love...) Comments

Word of love, sly tools, cruel hearts need employ their moments pleasure stealing years of joy.

You know how to make sonnet be amazing like a touch of yellow roses..amazing..its like your poem and writing is living on your finger tips..just press the keyboard and it all written beautifully_Soul

Fabulous poem {sonnet }on the universal subject of love in all its sublimity.!

Fantastic, Valerie. love it. You follow these strict rules of sonnet poetry and it flows so well. It seems so natural. Most of all still the meaning of the poem is excellent. Lying to a loved one is very mch like lying to oneself. Truth is all imporant in any loving relationship. You know, Val, sonnet is italian for little song. I think this s a superb sonnet, a great little song.

A terrific sonnet on true love. How love should be.Loved.

Wonderfully crafted sonnet highlighting truth as the source of pure love. Your words echo tenderness and sincerity. Love it. Best wishes, Maria

words are very important in any relationship! well written poem!

words are very important in any relationship! well written poem!

The last two lines proclaim the enduring nature of true love! Love is not something conquered through deceit or conceit, but rendered through trust and fondness! A great poem!

The truth is true love, you can only hear the truth from the one you truly love. A fantastic poem.

Beautiful Val, true genuine love is a wonderful thing with no room for deceit, a lovely sonnet

The Sonnet keeping rhymes in tact speaks well of truth which is enchanting!

What hope has truth to steadily mature When loves emerges fresh childishly and green Made mad by toxins not previously explored Sown by strangers hands peevishly unclean; In sun soaked rapture it deceptively perceives It endures both in hurricane and drought, Coldly it’s captured, by husbandry deceived It alternates betwixt blind certainty and rout; What heart knows peace in such change of seasons That the eye can gage the fruits of loving labors, Oh a heart can have little faith in reason When it’s wages are reckoned up so poor; Oh truth in love is mangled at first sprout, And bitter tastes the fruit that’s ripe with doubt.

Again the gentle flow of your rhythms delivers a universal and sage truth about love, honesty and sincerity that endears and endures. It is simple the truth that escapes so many. A beautiful poem.