A Sonnet
Many moons ago, your presence left me,
Mundane plainness of days have worn my soul,
And quiet nights, that had mov'd me, now flee
Their smooth gradient from light to dark coal.
As the depth of hell is entirety whole,
I wish that the blessed night would never end;
And through, and though pathetic, thine eyes toll,
I wish the contrary day may come to.
Suffering when one's misgivings are due,
And gullible I am with each new morn
Bis revived hopes and truths were thrown askew,
Grieving your emptiness just as you'd sworn.
No time could compare to the stretch of life;
Prolonged with regrets and thy lack of strife.~keli~
YOU ARE READING
Non Posso Vivere Senz Di Te {I can't live without you}
PoetryNo time could compare to the stretch of life; Prolonged with regrets and thy lack of strife.