How fickle is love, to change in a flash?
With life and love fighting to gain control…
If life is destined then why do they clash?
Life's left empty, with a heart with a hole.
If only we had a choice who we love,
If we weren't all stung by Cupid's arrow.
How he schemes evilly high up above.
Who gave him the right to hurt us below?
Perhaps, we are here by the Fates' design.
I cherish the times when we're not apart.
For as long as I breath, you will be mine,
You will always live inside of my heart!
My solemn promise to whom I hold dear,
Life shall have purpose-so long as you're here!
I wrote this sonnet last year for English, I hope you like it