Parodyy

Love is..


Love is everything: even bread and wine.
Love is everywhere, even in your dreams.
Giving you forgivness a second time,
And it feeds on your words that were once mean.

It grows, and it grows, and grows, to great size,
Until it is the only think you breathe.
Love cleans your sin, like sand in the tide,
Forcing nice words although you hold clenched teeth.

It is that voice that is always back there,
Springing your emotions to spread a smile,
And trying to turn what is wrong to fair
Even if that means you have to let go.

Though many a reason why love is great,
Love is sometimes the reason for our hate.

Sonnet

She used to let her golden hair fly free,
For she was too poor to own a hair tie.
Her eyes were dull like an ugly birds nest,
Though never a place where nature would be,

And her quick sharp glances gave fear to me.
Spawn of the devil or witch of the west;
without a doubt she was the scariest.
I kept a far distance for my safety.

Her noisy trudge was the least bit graceful,
And you wonder why no one looked her way?
It was fear of death to look in her eyes.

She was evil among the nice people
of hell, But yet she wears a smile today
And somehow she is no longer despised.