A Fairly Sad Song Poem by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze

Sweet love has gone a-sailing
And hope subsides to vain.
I watch my tears wearing
And washing with the rain.

And love is but a sweet dream,
And dreams they never last.
For when the early bird flies
Your dreams will all be past.

I'm like a willow swaying,
I'm broken like a shell.
I wet my sheets with sobbing,
Nothing will do me well.

I curse my dear lover,
I curse the friend who said:
When all the hurt is over
Your heart with mend again!

Sweet love has gone a-rocketing
And weary with the rain.
The heart that breaks in April
Will break in May again!