Woman Of Mine (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after William Shakespeare)

Away from me in pain you were roaming,
where of your inner thoughts I do not know
and back to me you my love, were coming,
while outside birds do love songs bestow

as if each other they are constantly greeting,
where our love remains true to the hereafter,
on weekends again and again we are meeting
where I do remember days of fun and laughter

and both our sorrows and joys are plenty,
where all of life and destiny is still unsure
where we are not still sweet-and-twenty
and love does everything kindly endure

in days of friendship, joy and passionate bliss
and maybe at its core life really is just like this.

[Reference:"O mistress mine" by William Shakespeare.]