Sonnet I

If one should say the words they truly meant
Then shadows cast would be as long as nil.
Her words would not be misconstrued or bent
Nor would his talks be puzzling. Words were still;
They grew to move and set in stone the deals
Of days to come and walks that shared the sea.
But things did change for them as one who steals
And gives to poor: a failed gratuity.
Still though the thoughts that linger on resist
The calls of sense and logic calling forth
A new mindset to shun the love that missed.
But still those memories are gold in worth.
And lacking for these two are words that fall
And close the feud; if only by a call.