I Dreamt Of Fair Paris (English Sonnet) 2 Poem by Gert Strydom

I dreamt of fair Paris during the spring,
of a night we walked in the moon's rays,
of love the gentle breeze was whispering,
the great river Seine flowed down its quays,

the river mirrored a million lights,
your soft moist sweet half-open lips found mine,
it was one of those vivid tranquil nights,
that single kiss, that touch, held something divine,

something that's totally unknown by some.
Now in a bad dream I am forsaken,
do not know what is in this life to come,
in this grim reality I am waken:

with a marriage on hold I do you miss
and I wonder what kind of life is this?
© Gert Strydom