Is true love for real or merely a lie, Fashioned for fools with romantic insight? As mem'ries of broken hearts dither by, My mind is filled with lament and deep spite. The calls not returned, the fragmented dreams, Each a piece of the shell that conceals me. Never shall love be allowed through these seams, Never again will I my heart run so free. And yet your mere presence rips through my shield, Crumbles my wall to a pile of dust. As your eyes melt my soul and my breath does yield, I sink in your arms with affectionate gust. Is true love for real? Though myth it may be, Pained hearts mend themselves, as mine did for thee.
Reason for writing:
I really enjoy reading sonnets and wanted to write one of my own.
Birth sign: Pisces
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