i do not know – sonnet
i do not know what love is. i would lie
if i began to praise its light and wonder
and hide behind some artificial sigh
pretending that my soul’s been torn asunder
by any of its charms in all my life.
not even once along my days (or nights)
deigned love to show its beauty, sweet and rife,
and make me crave its passion or its heights.
and frankly? i’ve no yen to feel its wings.
i’ve seen too many people broken-hearted,
besides, a bird that in the morning sings
may very well by evening be departed.
feel free to not agree with me on this –
but sometimes ignorance is truly bliss.
© 2014 Liliana Negoi
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