I found this love sonnet on a U of Toronto website:
St. Valentine's Day Gifts | Representative Poetry Online Check it out. There are some real treats!
Love is not all: it
is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a
roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating
spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and
rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the
thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood,
nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is
making friends with death
Even as I speak, for
lack of love alone.
It well may be that
in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain
and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want
past resolution's power,
I might be driven to
sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory
of this night for food.
It well may be. I do
not think I would.
Edna St. Vincent
Millay
Sonnet xxx, "Fatal
Interview"
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