11-The Cruel Sonnet Poem by Anthony D Bailey

Dedicated to Maria KA

Thou art perfection of our nature now,
No more divine a creature could exist,
Before thy beauty I find I must bow,
Does this describe how much thee are missed?
Thus, would it be a crime to tell thee so?
If my words are just words how can they harm?
Although words in time are the truth we know,
And perchance, my words could act as a charm.
Alas the future is not in my hands,
If heart and words of mine seem worthless,
Let unknown force lead us to distant lands,
Either that or stop the pain of distress.
‘Tis a cruel world that leads us by heart,
Yet crueller one that keeps us apart.

(July 09)