Love a Sonnet

Love is a gift that comes from God above Wings of a cherubim or a cupid's arrows Love is so majestic and beautiful like a dove Or better yet like the tiniest gifts of sparrows Only God could create these feelings of glory As nice as a horizon or a bright scene Or it could go south like the death of cousin Lori In its purity it is never for one to intervene Live can go awry by a pained person But it's worth the try even if you elope Watch out for all the military men cursing Because they might make you go down on a slope Yes, to be Yes, to bea