Sonnet, The Ebbing Wave (From, The Lost Sonnets)

The ebbing wave of man's love's like a well Or marvel of feelings that inside him grows, It's like wind outside the window which blows What lies inside a heart you can't foretell; For love is a way unbound or in spell Touches and moods and in eyes then glows, Never complete of what one surely knows Ebb and the flow of his sensory cell. Where's this hope which in a heart beats and flies? Will it be like a wingless songbird that sings In a cage forever not being free; All like a dream which then wakes up and dies To reality that this world only brings, What those feelings are inside you and me.