A Sonnet for Infatuation

The first time we met, it was just preschool

We shared an innocent kiss, or a few

The next time we met, love made me a fool

Again, you vanished, for a year, then two

Then you walked into my heart like a thief

You faded soon when I saw your true face

You came and went on the wind like a leaf

Now and then I’d catch you, new face, new place

Each time is a risk, myself I must warn

I thought you were love; I knew you were lust

But each time you are new, each time reborn

Once you were a stone, once you were stardust

Each time you leave, I hope for a cliché:

One day we’ll met, and for once, you will stay