Sonnet 141
Laijon Liu 20160705
Love is a very illogical thing
It’s a concept, but concrete feeling
Not a transaction, not thoughts exchange
It’s faith that comes with our birth
No need to prove and we are certain
I can’t explain base on science or religion
Why we choose right one without doubt
So we drop this and pick that
That thing hides in our heart, some dark corner
Dictates our mind and revalues everything
It drives fools to happiness, rich discard wealth
Sane to insane, and everyone wants to suffer pain
Love never consummated, still love
Dream never fulfilled, yet lasting
