The leaves were changing when our story began. A story that grew from our own heartbreak. Out of broken hearts grew a young romance. Whom I thought was a dove was but a snake. And the feelings you held were not returned. We healed and we grew stronger together. We found trust again; our hearts had relearned. We talked at great length, we never blethered. Our hearts had created their very own beat. We now possess what other souls pursue. A companionship quite rare, young, and sweet. Even though we're on our own, our souls dance still. Our hearts beat now with a love filled with bliss We long for the next smile, laugh, hug and kiss.
A sonnet I had to write for my Language class, but I really liked it.