Sonnet 34, Each Heart Does Bring In A Song

Each heart does bring in a song of relief, That love is meant to ease no one in vain; Though sometimes passion, is so short and fain, We still have all our thinking and belief. Each moment melts like snow - so very brief, And becomes like tears in the flowing rain; For love is only had in sorrow and pain, When the time is lonely and the hour’s grief. Don't attain any love for it comes and leaves, Like the brook in spring that runs and flows; Each flowery root, it gives water caress, And then it is gone in the instant of cleaves. No one knew before where it came from or goes, With care and affection the roots does it bless.