People are strange, no matter where you go
in all my travels it appears to never fail once
for everyone has that tale of sadness and woe
as we're all the same, every genius and dunce.
It matters not if you are of wealth or a pauper,
love will find you, make us all beg for mercy.
There's no equal in money, gold or copper
as we all want love, with its anger and glee.
You will buy gifts, make yourself look a fool
when that unique individual enters your life.
Control begins to unravel as you hum and drool
when you spot someone worthy to be your wife.
It's like being struck by a majestic bolt of lightning
when you realize this is real, not an affair nor a fling.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoesiaA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
