Sonnet 61

Can true and deep love really be described

As blazing flames that burn inside one’s soul?

Has this one image wholly been imbibed?

This fire in the heart will take its toll.

The pain of burns, the ash that will remain;

A scar can’t heal, and fires will go out.

A flame is something humans can contain,

But love! real love can never be put out.

Then how can poets, scribes, and authors claim

To know the heat of love when in all truth,

True love subdues infernos into shame

And scoffs at fire’s age with its own youth.

True love will make a furnace seem as ice,

Yet we believe this image will suffice.