Sweet Love - Sonnet

Sweet love of its many wandering ways Through the spiky passions of each fresh play The night to crack of dawn of many rays Sunshine of the heart and its compartments lay Oh tender fire of the evening blossom Where the hour of life is in cool waves And where each flower of beauty is from And every new longing that love craves The earth is because of love and its heart A garden of passion and glowing burn Where every feeling in instance will start Taken to be filled in each of its turn True love is always around to be found And comes like circling sea waves around