Playing with Sonnets


How can you say that the lover is blind?
I do not think these foolish words are true.
For when you fall in true love you will find
Your eyes were wide open the whole way through.
For love is not weak, lighthearted, or frail.
In truth, it is but mighty, strong, and sure.
It will not trip over rocks in the trail
It will smell the flowers, sweet soft and pure.
Love cannot be altered or fixed or changed
But to grow bigger with each passing day.
It will never become at all deranged.
It will not mock, or cheat, or stray away.
Love is the reason in this earthly life
To put up with our toils and daily strife.

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