(The prompt is a sonnet, so here is my take on it, a “Sonnet Sunday” of course!)

Love was a thought I loved when I was young

Over love many a sad song was sung

The sad songs are the sweetest, don’t you think?

More so when mixed with friends, regret and drink 

The first lover was the last one to go

From my head, as into my own I’d grow

The next one was clingy and abusive

Fool I was, I thought I was exclusive!

The ones in-between just ceased to matter,

When you entered my world with your chatter.

You stared into the dark and mouthed the words

I feigned not to see, surrendered my world. 

Twenty seven years of tears and laughter

Contentment, not love, is all that matters!