Matt Ancient

Rookie - 49 Points (11 january 1985 / Africa)

A Sonnet Of Love Ii - Poem by Matt Ancient

like a mother bee
which produces sweet honey
beautiful flowers posses
the sweetest nectar
if your love is a commodity
then i am neither
the buyer nor the seller
for love is precious than silver
you make me comfortable
Others made me inferior
But you made me capable
Sometimes it sad
I ignored you
It makes me feel bad
Why did i act a fool
For your love is true

Comments about A Sonnet Of Love Ii by Matt Ancient

  • Rookie - 5 Points Nurain Ali-balogun (2/7/2013 3:10:00 PM)

    Love hurts and cuts but it really is the only cure for the hurt it caused. Good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 7, 2014

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