Love is somewhat a silly thing,
Black turns white, stone to a bird.
You feel so full, so full of life,
you only want to sing.

A sonnet the most, full of turns.
Up’s and down’s, that’s what it’s all about.
Deny and mourn, embrace and joy,
Just make the most out of it before it fades.

I felt so fragile, a statue of sand.
I made my life alone, but one day I found you,
I found my missing half.

That night I found you, once again,
Your hair smelled sweet, your touch of gold.

I don’t think my emotions are hidden,
but enjoying the freedom of love.