Literary Poetry and Story

A Poet's Sonnet

I keep on asking myself what is love, 

But it was hard to answer than I thought

I keep on looking at the sky above,

Now I knew that it can never be bought.

Everyday and night she was on my mind,

I was waiting for her for so long,

But it was hard for me her heart to find,

I thought I was her knight but I was wrong.

The only thing for me to be merry,

Is that my love for her will be felt,

My dream someday is for her to marry,

But I'm afraid that soon it will melt.

I hope she'll not say that I'm a liar,

Even now I want to be friar.