Interesting

I read a sonnet, found it interesting,
The form is best used for proclaiming love
but this held naught about the joys of spring
or of that fondness fitting like a glove.
Instead it dwelt on questions beyond ken,
eternal strife does not begin or end.
As women stand one side, the other men,
can from such mire a victory ascend?

There is a love that asks for no return,
a giving thing that seeks another's good.
But as the giver's heart is left to yearn
the sacrifice is oft' misunderstood.

'Tis Godliness to give without receipt
to help another stand upon their feet.