Sonnet, Love's All In The After Hours (From, The Lost Sonnets)

Love's all in the after hours I asume Like beautiful inspiring mood from inside, The milder descending ingrowing bloom That within the roots of the heart will hide; Unburdened with any ascending hope Striped down to faintly roots there grown, The mountain that peaks and handles the rope: Gives me courage - show me I am not alone. I confess, my heart is beating fairly proud Permitting no weeping from love away, Sometimes seeing no paths in front of me; Like everything has its existence and doubt, For all what will come - disappear or stay, I know what I feel isn't all what I see.