On A Evening In Petersfield Extension One In Springs (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

My wife smiles and pours tea for both of us,
she gestures to me with her hand
and her smile and words do sweep me along,
I see her eyes glow and feel how she is staring,
she comes nearer to very close to me
and the expression of her eyes is suddenly soft
where from hot lips I get a kiss
and know that I can expect beautiful things,
the neighbours in the late night turn the volume of their music up,
become drunk and jolly near to the midnight-hour,
it's certain that it will go mad throughout the night
and I wonder how a person must endure something like this
but above us the stars are in the night endless
and we do remain people, insignificant, small and fragile.