Sonnet 44
Sometimes you’re ugly; then you’re beautiful;
Sometimes you’re young and then you’re old as time;
Sometimes I fear you; then you’re wonderful;
Sometimes the world is chaos; then it’s rhyme.
I always love you even when I hate;
I always hate myself when I’m in love;
I always stop to ponder our fate;
I always wonder if I love enough.
I never thought to fall in love with you;
I never hoped for such a blissful life;
I’d never know the way, or what to do;
But always wanted you to be my wife.
Why do you now refrain from kissing me,
A lover down to earth and on his knee?
© Joe Lake
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