Reborn Believer An American Sonnet
Surely it is the stuff of storybooks,
the instrumental fanfare of lovers;
Silhouettes strolling into the sunset,
where did all of this delusion come from?
Maybe a piece is grounded in what’s real,
fire fiction has to begin somewhere right?
Go ahead, convert me at once I say,
I’d love to be a reborn believer;
Oh, that first kiss was like a slow ballad
and waking to the face of Prince Charming;
Such a clean high off that dopamine rush,
I just knew he had memorized my taste;
Falling in love under dreamy bright stars,
affection slowly repairs ancient scars.
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