Series: A Collection of Sonnets
Preceding: Life is not a Sine Wave
Succeeding: The Dove Flies
Walk the Milky Way with me and you’ll find
A civilisation who walk and breathe,
And believe love is more than in their minds;
That only they live beyond such belief,
Only they look up to the stars and see
The vast galaxy stretching far beyond;
Just they look up and see themselves unique,
Doomed but to love each other all along.
What is love? The poets like to ponder,
When what they seek is just the answer here:
Nothing. Love is made up, yet we wonder
How can stars be if no-one holds them dear?
The truth is this: so to feel less alone;
We looked up to the stars and called it love.