Sonnet 1

January 5, 2009
By Marie Nelson, Palmer, TX

There are no answers to the questions asked,
Just the thoughts of people that are in love.

The answer lays with Him whose up above.
He sends them down upon the wings of doves.
It is like a really tiny-small shove,
Off of a cliff into the ocean blue.
But only He knows if these things are true.

I don’t know if these things are true for all.
I’m out of answers and full of unrest.

We’ll never know these answers until death,
Where we will never take another breath,
And we are in the darkest of dark depths.
That is when we will come to understand,
The love between a woman and a man.

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