There's more to love than what we can see
beauty can help but it's not a deal-breaker
and yet I smile widely when thinking of thee
my passion evident without even a whisper.
No one can see it, but time continues to fly
soaring like a bird, sailing towards the sun
there's never enough, and no one knows why
we cannot slow it down, so have a little fun.
Our stalker is resilient, nothing can stop it
touching everyone, for death is undefeated.
Everyone fears the end, even just a little bit
it comes for us all; every man, lady and kid.
The key to get by is not to fret, such a waste,
so make do with today before we're displaced.
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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
