My loneliest of hearts seems to rush in,
I'm now lost, not knowing where to begin.
This, my life, this is the 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 down from above?
Must I wait in line, do I push and shove?
There is so much love I have in my heart,
It has been that way from the very start.
With words my love, I forever impart,
Such true love from someone not very smart.
So, instead I pen these sonnets of love,
This, my sweet muse, is what I am made of.

12/24/2009

Author's Note: ... with some assistance from Shakespeare.....

Posted on 12/24/2009
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