Love
Love is a mysterious thing,
you never know what it will bring.
The way love makes your heart skip,
to the way your stomach flips.
Love is a precious key,
that belongs to only me.
I choose what hearts to unlock,
and which hearts to block.
Love is a scary thing, taking a chance,
will make you dance.
Opening up your heart,
is a good way to start!
Love is a beautiful and magical gift,
keep it close to you and treasure it.
Cory Long
6-9-2011
Sonnets, sonnets, everywhere contest
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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