Fourteen
“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.”
Rick Riordan, The House of Hades
A Sonnet
She’s never seen the sun shining brighter
Surprisingly, the rays burn not her skin
Ne’er felt happier, pure joy from within
Her whole body quivers; every fiber!
Lively tunes and harmonies fill the air
The colors bedazzle; they’re more intense
She peers at the world through a tinted lens
So, she sees only beautiful and fair
Just what is this feeling? Herself, she asks
Her fourteen-year-old heart comprehends not
This sweet sensation! A virus she caught?
She shakes, as she mindlessly does her tasks!
Unbeknownst, Cupid struck her heart at last
From here on now, her life shall be a blast!
11-30-2022
© Vic Evora
An old poem written seven years ago but recently resurrected and refurbished from the dustbin. This is the twin of the poem Sixteen I posted recently.
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