love - the sonnet

i learned love at home with my family
we were good at it, and we had much fun.
Mom and Pop, Brad, Kristin, and Casey,
the tree we're from is the same one you're on.

Somehow that love turned hard; we talk no more,
but love is rugged - deeper than vain pride.
We are leaves learning where sun will hit floor,
for love, like light, moves; it cannot be tied.

I use light without permission
making life interesting but lonely.
Some want to make love into a mission
which feels the same hearing, " if he'd only .  .  . "

i love whether it comes this way or no,
because to have fun, ya' do what you know .

30 March 2014, its
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