Emile Pinet Poet Sonnet

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Living A Dream

I have always felt that love wasn't real,
no matter what other people may say.
And I wondered: is it love that folks feel,
or is it the body's hormones at play?
Is love real, or more like papier-mache,
a collage of hopes that easily fray?

I turned to family to seek love there,
and yet I found nothing but tears and pain.
Never having felt loved, it seemed unfair
that I kept failing again and again.
I felt no affection, only disdain,
and whatever hopes I held were in vain.

I looked to friends for love, to no avail,
for though often spoken, it was all lies.
I believed love to be a fairytale,
till I met you, and you opened my eyes.
You swore love was real, to trust my heart:
and I fell in love with you from the start.

To love, and be loved, is living a dream,
and I'm so happy, I just want to scream.

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Suzanne Delaney May 15, 2019 at 8:45 AM Fun form and interesting how it allowed you to explore the subject of love. Must give Lullo’s form a try. SuZ Emile Pinet May 15, 2019 at 8:53 AM Thanks Suzanne, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Beata Agustin March 29, 2019 at 4:54 AM Thanks for the example, and likewise the message. God bless you. Emile Pinet March 29, 2019 at 8:10 AM Thanks Beata, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Beautiful Scars March 29, 2019 at 4:04 AM Beautiful poem fro a wonderful poet..I am honored you used my created form. Thank you very much sweet Emile :)-luloo Emile Pinet March 29, 2019 at 8:10 AM Thanks so much Lu Loo, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.