Oh She - Third Sonnet

Oh a thousand woes have come to my soul And love burns through my heart and seers my mind She who is human perfection is here And with her a thought of bliss comes near Oh what I would do to earn her kind love I question should she be free as a dove? For am I the best for building her happiness? For am I the soul that completes her life? For to love someone is to make them happy And will she be happy if her love is mine? My soul knows that she needs a blissful life If another makes her pleased this love waits Though if he were to break her blissful state I would come back; my love could stop its wait