Sonnet 38

When I downcast in deep and dark despair
Pay homage to lost hope and bitter days.
When sorrows’ shadow lengthens on the stair
And gentle kindness lies bereft of praise.
When human breast does quake in silent grief
And briny tear betrays a sullen eye,
And aching heart lies in sad state replete
With darkest murk of waxing misery.
‘Tis then my thoughts unto Selena turn;
The soft sweet voice and touch of gentle hand
Reach forth and with their tempered stirrings serve
To uplift hope in iridescent span.
For when she smiles all sorrow then takes flight,
The world sings, and all that’s dark is bright!

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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