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What shall I say of love? That it dies a thousand ways? That, like the orange sun, we all know it sets each day-- Yet we would strap it to scaffolding to keep it hung? Love is a word for only one emotion, (and that right glaring) which cannot be trapped--To love love you look… Continue reading No More a Love Sonnet