X - 1998 - Scribbles during Class

A love never to be,
A heart never to see.
A heart destined to love,
But his worth cannot be proved.
A wish to be granted,
A dream to be shattered.
Love blinds all eyes,
So she cannot tell how a true knight shines.
For the beauty of the lady has a heart of coldness
And only the love of another can melt this coolness.
The dream of a lover has definite hardness
But to be turned down causes sadness

A love never to be,
A heart never to see.
A wish to be granted,
A dream to be shattered.
Betrayed or be betrayed,
Not knowing which is arrayed,
Can only cause you fear,
And fill your eyes with tears.

IX - 1997 - Attempt At Sonnet

It has destroyed countless of millions,
And corrupted innumerable thousands.
Dreaded at times by the bravest lion,
It never rests to its untimely end.
Like an eagle which soars through the air,
It is as free as an innocent bird.
With the gift to make fair, foul and foul fair,
It can bring forth great bliss or sad morbid.
With its limitless powers to seduce,
It gives all a chance to feel or kneel,
But when it tries to induce and produce,
All maliciousness and toils will be healed.
Cruel as a fiend, gentle as a dove,
It is the thing by which we call it…love.