Sonnet 354

Here now you do appear out of grim air
As if it seems that you did never leave,
Absconded to a place, I know not where—
And I left unaware alone to grieve;
My heart to bleed, fair rent by score so deep
My precious love spilled wide upon the ground
There mingled with the tears no eyes could keep
Where brimmed in pain, they overed and fell down.
What could you fairly say to mend that day
Or heal my ragged cleaved woe rendered breast?
What words or actions could here so defray
That sinful smite no soul could ever rest?
Perhaps you’ve come to relish in my pain
And in so doing, live your joy again.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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