Love Sonnet 155

love sonnet #155 love's bestiary is anything but sedentary always turning, flippin' across life's pages yet the primary driver placed as secondary primed motivation oft desires to disengage like the origin of the *****sapien we search for the origins, of our own loving lives to feel that again, where two lives converge circumference around the pain toward the blithe is love such an implausible thing to ponder holding our breath 'cause we're breathin' oxygen? leaving us burning with confusion and wonder consuming desire, that we disavow what has been love is all it's own, despite any poet's sonnets to wordly worldly explain, and elucidate upon it © Goode Guy 2012-05-17 http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bestiary