9 września 2013
Love is such a brittle, fragile thing (sonnet)
I do not know why without any cause
you let a barrier, some impediments arise,
why you want to flee away from me
and lash out when I do not deserve
any kind of pain or a scolding?
Truth be told you do hold me dear
but at times act lowly when I am near
and I do wonder about the reasons in your heart,
if you truly at times want to cause us to part?
As a guest, at times I do not feel worthy to be near
and you above all other things I still hold dear
and sometimes at night awake I do lie
while the daily happenings again passes me by,
knowing that love is such a brittle, fragile thing.
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