Love Sonnet LXIX

Love Sonnet LXIX

 

 

Love isn’t always on time, sometimes

it travels back country roads,

avoiding ruts and detours, and often,

gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead

 

ends. And then, then you come across an

open field filled with Blue Bells and

Poppies, swaying to African beats that

play on the radio. Talking drums

 

speak in wildflowers and jungle

heat, in words that find Time

lost among the Bougainvillea and

 

Bromeliads of my heart. Love isn’t

always on time, yet sometimes,

it comes unexpectedly, and right on time.

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 11.3.2025

Author's Note

....thanks for reading