#English #sonnets
The dream that is love remains out of reach.
Once upn a time it was mine, all mine.
But lost love has so many things to teach.
Love is not always roses and good wine.
Sometimes, it turns to evil, hate, and fear.
It tears at the heart, causing so much pain.
Love turned to violence, his voice a sneer,
Full of abuse that's meant to scar and stain.
I fled with my sons, sought sanctuary,
Back home with a sea between me and him.
This led to divorce and left me wary,
Of another love, which could be so grim.
I live with the love of friends and my cats.
I have found that love wears so many hats.
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