What Is Love
Oh, who am I to speak what love must be?
The absent years, and still its visage turns,
Though as a lad, its blossoms came to me
Through carefree joy's diminishing returns.
As childhood left, it grew from kin and care,
To swirl with torrid hormones and romance -
The meld of minds and bodies leaving bare
A misled heart, oh mine stood not a chance.
But then my troubled soul was born anew,
For cradled in my arms, there came a child,
Hence, blessed was I to bring another two -
All thoughts on love and loving, reconciled.
Ah, countless are the ways we sew our love ...
With one gold thread that binds them ... from above.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Best Sonnet 2019" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "What Is Love?" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
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