I chose this sonnet because Milton was blind, and here he states how he dreamed of his late wife, and although he couldn't see her face in his dream--which he had never seen her face--she was the sight of love, sweetness, and goodness. Now, that's true love right there. And then the last line will just strike you right in the heart, especially if you're a literature lover like myself, which I assume you are since you're here reading this. He says "day brought back my night" which may seem confusing, but remember he was blind, and so the only time he could see was when he dreamed. When the day came, he went back to darkness--night. Ah! Beautiful.

Sonnet 23: Methought I saw my late espoused saint

Methought I saw my late espoused saint

Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,

Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,

Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and faint.

Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint

Purification in the old Law did save,

And such as yet once more I trust to have

Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,

Came vested all in white, pure as her mind;

Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd

So clear as in no face with more delight.

But Oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,

I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.