Chapter 16: sixteen
Sonnet
I don't think that I've ever been in love as such,
Although I've liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died, and empire rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.
In plays and poems, someone understands
There's something that makes us more than
blood and bone
And more than biological demands...
For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it's been,
And I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown.
by Neil Gaiman
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