Almost A Sonnet

I discovered love too soon and easily destroyed it. I discovered love could bloom again and so I tried it, I discovered like a child with stubby hands and greedy heart who sees a flower by the road and tears it all apart, I continued to live my life in the expected ways. I continued to play the part and smile through scrapbook days. I continued like a tired teacher at the board who talks of love and literature and prays she's not ignored, I believed that one day we would meet and understand it. I believed that fate would make it just as though we planned it. I believed like fragile little ladies with their beads that you would surely rise again and answer all my needs. But now by cold gray stone I stop and kneel to trace the wounds I know can never heal.