Reborn Believer An American Sonnet

Surely it is the stuff of storybooks, the instrumental fanfare of lovers; Silhouettes strolling into the sunset, where did all of this delusion come from? Maybe a piece is grounded in what’s real, fire fiction has to begin somewhere right? Go ahead, convert me at once I say, I’d love to be a reborn believer; Oh, that first kiss was like a slow ballad and waking to the face of Prince Charming; Such a clean high off that dopamine rush, I just knew he had memorized my taste; Falling in love under dreamy bright stars, affection slowly repairs ancient scars.