The operative word here is Love. As personal as taste is, we may arrive at the conclusion that love is a fondness that is fresh and love is also a security in the familiarity of another person's company or presence. The latter in my understanding being more like security than excitement or passion. There is an interesting article in this month's edition of National Geographic which, despite the shortcomings of the author's style of prose, elucidates the interesting revelation made by recent studies that indicate Love in the aroused passionate version affects the brain in the same way that obsessive compulsive disorder does. I personally find this form of Eros more conducive to the writing of sonnets than the Love that comes from being someone's friend and knowing his or her in ands outs. I'm currently into writing sonnets for a woman I've never met, so my opinion on Love is that it is truer when at first sight, provided its desire is not simply carnal.
Do I love the object of my attention? like nothing else.