The fly her spleen, the little sparks their heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beggars as in kings.
Where rivers smoothest run, deep are the fords;
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is in the fewest words;
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love:
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
I like love poems they remind me of the idea that everyday someone will find their true love. Plus they always make my heart beat a little faster and warm up just a degree higher. I believe this poem is talking about how even animals can love. Animals have hearts and therefore have the feeling to love as well. Also when it talks about the forest and the woods, I think it is saying that everyone has an opposite or a companion. Does anyone else think that there is at least one person out there for everyone? I sure do. You may go all your life search but not find him/her, you may search and find him/her, or you may not search and find him/her standing close by your side. However you find your love, there is always someone waiting for you to find them.
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