Love Bug

This mite bites a time or two
Leaves not a single scratch
Nor reason or a single clue
When found a perfect match

No known cure
For a bite so deep
Love is pure
Laugh don't weep

Venom is strong
Of this be sure
Nothings wrong
Best be demure

Once bitten,
Forever smitten


by Ray Lucero

Comments (2)

Love it Ray! And love that bit too! Moyax
I am not sure about the sonnet form, it looks unusual to me, but the poem is a true sting of bumble bee love reality. Lovely Ray, Smiling at you, Tai