Love Is Such A Brittle, Fragile Thing (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I do not know why without any cause
you let a barrier, some impediments arise,
why you want to flee away from me
and lash out when I do not deserve
any kind of pain or a scolding?

Truth be told you do hold me dear
but at times act lowly when I am near
and I do wonder about the reasons in your heart,
if you truly at times want to cause us to part?

As a guest, at times I do not feel worthy to be near
and you above all other things I still hold dear
and sometimes at night awake I do lie
while the daily happenings again passes me by,
knowing that love is such a brittle, fragile thing.