Love Found--A Sonnet

When I was young and thought I was alone,
I wept my bitter tears of heart-felt pain
And flung my arms and gave a dreadful moan
The angst, the fear, the never-ending strain.
So then I knew what needed to be done;
I read a book so thickly stuffed with words
And every word shone brightly, dressed to stun;
The meanings fluttered ‘round, a flock of birds.
Oh, Basho, Whitman, many more delved I
I read until my eyes did cloud with sleep
All night I’d sit, so drenched in words divine
‘Til through the window dregs of light did creep.
Oh, how my heart did fly and my soul shook
To learn my love was simply just—a book.