When I Think (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to John Keats)

When I think that forgotten and dead I might be
before I have written the poems in my brain,
there comes a great kind of sadness to me
where to you too few great love poems remain

and constantly I do see you dear lovely face,
do think about our lives and about our romance
and the doomed thoughts away I want to chase,
constantly ticks the clock of destiny and chance

where I write words down hour after hour
but I am scared not to be with you once more,
do sing to you and of you in poetry's power
of love as a eternal thing where I do you adore,

yet still far too many thought I do constantly think,
while I am as a poet almost at destiny's brink.

[Reference:"When I have fear" by John Keats.]

© Gert Strydom