Where Apart Our Love Silently Goes On (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where separate our love silently goes on
I do remember the times of laughter sweet,
where you do live in me while you are gone
and precious are the times that we do meet,

while like music after the quieting of the song
do vibrate as if in the air the sound is living still,
is the memory that do remain powerfully strong,
of all the times that we are together in goodwill.

The fragrances of you in my mind do remain,
as if they are present in our lovely sunny home
and in the heart there is no kind of imminent pain
as at weekends to you, my sweetheart, I do come

and sincerely life and love truly is just like this
in times of both lonely heartache and extreme bliss,