A Sonnet
Love, like a bird, seeming free from afar
Weighted with promise, embitters us all
Helplessly plummets like a dying star
I think that is why we use the word "fall"
Strange, don't you think, that we should act surprised
That caged, it won't sing, except when it cries
Expected to perform as advertised—
When it is nowhere even near the sky?
And though I left through that brass cage's door
And although I had so little to give
You gave me more than I can thank you for
You are part of me as long as I live.
May she fly from those who seek to hold her
And instead come and light on your shoulder.