My loneliest of hearts seems to rush in,

I'm now lost, not knowing where to begin.

This, my life, this skin that I am in,

Who's in, who's out, who loses, who will win?

There is so much that I want in a love,

This is what I am always thinking of.

When will my angel come from high above?

Must I wait in line, do I push and shove?

There is so much love I have in my heart

It has been this way from the very start.

With words, my love, I forever impart

A true love from a man, not very smart.

So instead, I pen these sonnets of love,

This, my sweet muse, is what I am made of.

09/12/2008

Author's Note: I am always soooo serious in writing sonnets, thought I'd have some fun... still needs work

Posted on 09/12/2008
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