Sonnet 373

You are my refuge from embattled days,

And too my strength in every dire hour,

You are the light when sorrow clouds glad ways,

Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;

I look upon your face and feel at peace,

I marvel at the beauty of your eyes,

The softness of your voice can woe surcease,

Your smile, pure sunshine that all hearts beguile.

I thank the gods that brought you here to me

That on my journey I not trek alone;

That I, in perilous combat beaten be

Might have this angel dear to tend my wounds;

I think of all my struggles and life’s pain

And smile as I now look at you again.

Loubert S Suddaby poems