What Is Love?

A Petrarchan sonnet, written in 20ish minutes, so not perfection!

 

What is love? If a cataract of heart,

That lingers in the air like candle smoke,

 

Then why do these intensities evoked

Exist to keep our longing eyes apart?

Then, what is love? If as a cutting dart

That oozes putrid poision from its pores,

 
Then why were we not claimed by death before?

And why is love so eager to impart

Its sentimental sorrows to the skies?

So, what is love? If as a twist of fate

That writhes and whispers, danger in its eyes,

Then how can it be different to hate?

Thus, this is love - it is a web of lies,

The lease of which has all too long a date.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Nice poem.

Now that love has been defined,
I`m off to the looking glass.

Very nicely written, very professional.

---- Eagle Cruagh

[BEEGE]

NICE!!
I truly enjoyed reading this one.
Your word choice was amazing and the
rhyme scheme was hot.
Good one.

BeegE

[Althea Tremaine]

First of all, welcome.

On to business, nicely done. You have great diction and very decent rhythm. I sense a bit of bitterness toward love, which is not to blame. I hope to see more soon.

Peace,
A. Tremaine