Grief Shaped By Love (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

The heart that loves so deeply bears the sting
Of loss more keen than any mortal blade;
Each memory becomes a gilded thing,
A joy transformed, yet in the shade displayed.
For grief, though harsh, is shaped by love's own hand,
Its edges softened by the care we knew;
The sorrow blooms where once we dared to stand,
And turns our tears to tribute, pure and true.
No solace comes that does not bear love's trace,
No comfort found without its tender mark;
Through aching voids, affection leaves its grace,
A quiet light that glimmers in the dark.
Thus grief and love are bound inwoven art,
One marks the loss, the other shapes the heart.