(no subject)
Sonnet
Jenny Farrell
Love is a fickle thing, which we all must face,
Weather in a sonnet assignment,
A silent struggle, or a silly chase,
Or a lucky days star alignment.
When we have to wait we will deny
The world has plenty of people to meet,
The day they drop by is only in the sky
And when we see them, we are swept off our feet.
It takes no time to fall in love,
For it comes unnaturally fast,
But only when you know real love,
Can two lovers make it last.
And it will be known that it’s cupids will,
Love is here to stay when you get chills.
Jenny Farrell
Love is a fickle thing, which we all must face,
Weather in a sonnet assignment,
A silent struggle, or a silly chase,
Or a lucky days star alignment.
When we have to wait we will deny
The world has plenty of people to meet,
The day they drop by is only in the sky
And when we see them, we are swept off our feet.
It takes no time to fall in love,
For it comes unnaturally fast,
But only when you know real love,
Can two lovers make it last.
And it will be known that it’s cupids will,
Love is here to stay when you get chills.