Sonnet 149, The Clouds In The Sky

The clouds in the sky are always changing, And everything comes, and then it all goes; We love doing sketches and then rearranging, From whatever thinking our seed then grows. Sometimes the blues is all overridden, With love and our feelings just lying in dust; We didn't know what in affection was hidden; And everything there we thought was a must. We need someone other to tell that's why, People are always misjudging their heart; And love and all feelings just wither and die, Then comes the time we anew again start. Though clouds are like this - no love need to be, We just have to listen and know what to see.