Love – a sonnet

 

What is it that I love in you,

that feeds desire and fills up belief,

that sits behind your eyes so sharp, so true

and lends me these full feelings of a thief?

 

I look at you and can’t find a why

nor even a what, my reason’s gone to sea.

You like the weather rule my sky

and paint it such colors so carefree!

 

But yet you let night fall, distance grows

questions bloom and my head a top spins

until it surrenders to its weight and slows

and then quietly just sits beyond its sins

bleeding all colors in search of you

a what to know,

to say I loved and from this slavery

have something to show.

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