His Flaws, and Love

#SonnetSunday

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2017.

I dream of love as children dream of God,
some mystery that makes the planet whole,
beyond all comprehension, wonder, awe;
men helpless to this mighty magnet’s pull.

But I am flawed, this soul cannot compute
the chemicals from whence love plays its lure.
I do not know these songs, no lyre, no flute — 
 as for a beating heart, I am not sure.

I am a whole, a shattered piece of glass,
unique dimensions, I am not a twin,
and though I’ve always seen my soul as glass
my eyes are weak, afraid to look within.

Immune to love, my body’s greatest flaw,
it circumscribes all nature’s greatest laws.