Could It?

This sonnet is part of a poetry book i wrote in high school called love, 38.

Can love be as important as your out there that can be?

Are people really out there that can be?

Is every man looking for a wife?

Does everyone thing that love is key?

Is love really the greatest emotion?

Should we let one become our sad love song?

Can one really have so much devotions?

Why do people shatter hearts like they're gongs?

How can you tell someone is in love?

Should someone really endure so much pain?

Why does love fly away like a white dove?

Why do we love when nothing is to gain?

Can there be someone out there that will care?

There's not enough love for this world to share.