Sonnet 86, Is There Another Way...

Is there another way to your heart? For every love have reasons of its own; Desire, where everything is meant to start, For nothing in there, is plainly all shown. Doors will be open to what lies in quite, Marvels of thoughts, with each pleasure unborn; Nothing is old and nothing wrong or right, Everything's still fresh and newer outworn. Feelings with ties to many different ways, Coming and going, for love is at stake; Some are so special, others for workdays, Many for real, others: like a handshake. We have the power to gratify our soul, Give every meaning, a feeling and role.