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...