Sonnet 020

Of Love and Innocence

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Our Love is something hidden until birth, 
   Unknown while grown in wombs of beauty brings 
Infant affection's strange and older mirth 
   To wait before the first of breath soon springs 
With cries of hunger, pleas for healthy air. 
   The untouched skin of innocence now burns 
For being held upon the breast of care; 
   For union, once again, the soul soon yearns. 
Then, as the eyes open and look around,
   Desire frees itself inside the helpless, 
Ardor then boasts, in vain, of being found. 
   Love forgets it once was something selfless. 
      But, Oh, that all might find, with Love's return, 
      That world of secret, holding no concern. 

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.