Poem 1

Sonnet of Love XL by Shakespeare

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle theif,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes


I've chosen this sonnet  because after reading others I think this one shows real emotion and passion about the true love. I believe that true love for him is related to confidence, fidelity, sincerity in a relationship of love but at the same time it appears ambiguous because love must lead to happiness not to grievance and pain as a kind of obsession as the poem shows at the end.
The selection of words show his uncertainties  about love, he needs true love, logalty, that depens on the other person.
In the sonnet there is a rhetorical question to underline the passion of his feelings.
There are a lot of contrasting words to emphasize all this.

For me this picture represents the true love.