Like In All The Years (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Too lonesome and sad are all of my days,
where at heart I do you still much adore,
do seek your angelic image once more,
where you brought me joy in wonderful ways,

while in so many poems I did you praise.
Like in all the years, months and weeks before,
I aim to know what makes life worth living for,
while deep in my own heart true love for you stays,

I pray that in time, not too late you see,
that during each day and every night
you are far more than only dear to me.
I believe with faith even out of sight,
that together we both will be happy
where we have to choose between wrong and right.
© Gert Strydom