Love

Oh love

How is it you are there?

Were you sent from above?

When, how and where

I see the magic brought about

The starry eyes in each person with the afflication

Yet people want to shout

And scream with addiction

With all the suffering that is around

I'm surprised to find you alive

But even for those in the ground

You seemed to survive

And when it was all said and done

You helped me find my true one

Author's Note

I don't rhyme. I don't write sonnets that well. In fact this was an assignment for my creative writing class. I don't care if you don't like it or if you hate it. I was bored and I like writing about love.