I Know Loneliness (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I do through and through know real loneliness.
In any time and any kind of place
I will recognize your beautiful face
its charm its character and loveliness.

Love have not been meant to be just like this,
even if God comforts me in His grace,
I cannot my true love for you erase
and in the day and night I do you miss.

As my wife for years I have you adored,
had the utmost bliss with you frequently
but now you did put our marriage on hold
and for too long you have me ignored,
you do not want to talk to or see me
and to me you have become icy-cold.
© Gert Strydom