Sonnet #149

No one’s ever told a safe way to fall
When they first set on the journey of “like.”
Unfortunately, there is no catch all
Rule for when the like-to-love drop might strike.

For falling’s a skill that is seldom taught
To spry, capricious lovers in their youth.
The sophomoric dears become overwrought
With butterflies, valuing sparks over truth.

They think to themselves “I shall not be harmed!
For I am healthy and have long to live!”
And so they enter the battle unarmed
With only their own homegrown love to give.

It is admirable, to freely climb;
But they will all fall, given enough time.

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