Sonnet 64: Hidden Love

Sad is the man whose love he cannot show When bursting with love he remains aloof Afraid to show his true feelings that glow In his heart, his love always seeking proof. ‘Does he love me’ she says, ‘or does he not’ Always wondering if love has ended Never hearing the words ‘I love you a lot’, But detached, aloof equally blended. True love needs to be expressed and declared And constantly spoken with very sweet words, Love with all of nature must be compared Like a summers day with sweet singing birds. Love that is stifled may soon end in tears Love needs to be shown to allay all fears.