Why is it that Love
strays so Far from the ones
who belove it?
It is as the clouds slip away
to uncover a Moon,
with a star so near its side.
A Lone Tree stands on a shore,
with the winds gentley blowing.
I look upon a sight and wonder,
Where is My Juliet?
When will love become me?
Sebastian Sandok
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tya/
