Without Fix.

I happened across a small clockwork toy
deep in a dusty drawer from long ago.
What is this jumble of gear and alloy?
Was it always there, or did I not know?

A relic from when I was small and young?
It comes back, something with an “L” I think
Its name I remember but keep unsung.
Broken though, perhaps some gears out of sync?

With care I fine tune the apparatus.
Too complex, all impossible to fix;
like fixing a shattered crystal lattice.
Love goes back to the drawer, gears in a mix.

Perhaps love will be worth another look?
Could love perhaps be worth the time it took?


-John Le Fou

My first post here. I know it isn't anything special, but I just felt
like getting a little something off my chest. Shakespearian sonnets
never come out smooth for me... It must be Thursday, I never could get
the hang of Thursdays.

love sucks!

Beautiful Poem
Love is worth another look

love hurts. if ur ready, go ahead and look. It takes time to mend a
broken heart. dont go looking if youre vulnerable