Sonnet 92 -- Learning What the Word Means
The years we spent at playing Love are lost
The years we spent at playing Love are lost
One must not try to bend it to our need
Demands and expectations raise the cost
And happiness is lost in selfish greed
We do not see the person, just the dream
A fantasy to rescue us from fears
And fill the hours sometimes with a scream
Addicting us to cheap dramatic tears
How much sweeter it is to simply care
With nothing of ourselves set on the line
The veil of selfish needs no longer there
We let them go to seek their needed sign
And stop the insanity called “In Love”
And offer simple care to rise above.
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