sixteen

Sonnet

I don't think that I've ever been in love as such,

Although I've liked a few folk pretty well.

Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,

For brave men died, and empire rose and fell

For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands

And men have followed women into Hell.

In plays and poems, someone understands

There's something that makes us more than

blood and bone

And more than biological demands...

For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown.

I see the trees are bending where it's been,

And I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown.

by Neil Gaiman