All there is of love is in your face,
And I--I see it like the rays of dawn.
Its light is there to wholly flood this place,
And by it I will walk the path I'm on.
Though I may not think on it every hour,
Or recognize its presence in the night,
Still gently comes your love in glorious power,
Given like to blind receiving sight.
Warm the heart of stone within my chest,
With love that's stronger still than raging seas.
Break the dawn and give my soul a rest
And hear my undeserving heart's soft pleas.
Your mercies are as countless as the sand,
And grace flows down to me out of your hand.
postscript
Next in the crown of sonnets. So far, so good! I think I will be successful in this endeavor. NaPoWriMo day seven.