Vows (Italian Sonnet) 2 Poem by Gert Strydom

That all is well with a marriage on hold,
I will not for you or the world pretend.
Sending me away do what is left rend
and some say that this they have foretold.

You act in a way that is new and old,
where you do try me to your will to bend
and for a time you do our marriage end,
but even if you think that you are bold,

even if vows were set by God-divine,
when your separation with me do begin
passion needs to be guarded behind a door,
nothing can a body and spirit confine.
When trust and loyalty is locked-in,
then love and its essence exist no more.
© Gert Strydom