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MORE UNHELPFUL ANSWERS ABOUT LOVE:
A Traditional Love Sonnet

Sometimes I wish I would wake from my dream,
But is it a dream, or simply a lie?
And she is like none that I've ever seen,
Can she see me through her cloudy glass eye?
I'll be the one who comes in the night air
And sprinkles the sand that brings on the sleep;
Or will another already be there,
In the stream bathing where love runs so deep?
I let my heart cry, and wander, and yearn,
My sanity comes and goes like the sun;
I jump in the fire where I've just been burned,
And rejoice in the heat of what has begun.
Why do I torture and hurt myself so?
I never have known, and never will know.

Janathan Boehman

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