I have always thought that I would not find,
A woman to love and who loves me too,
At least not one who lives and has sound mind,
A curse upon me, some form of voodoo.
Perhaps they dare not look upon my face,
Afraid of what they see before their eyes,
They may despise the thought of my embrace,
I am the wooden spoon not winning prize.
A life so full of pity and self-doubt,
A single life I have to learn to cope,
A woman's love for me to live without,
A firm belief in love I have no hope.
But from nowhere you came into my life,
We fell in love and you became my wife.#Sonnet #Poem #Poetry
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