Sonnet 18: When At Night I Watch My Dear Heart Sleeping Poem by David Wood

When at night I watch my dear heart sleeping
After the labours of the day before
Sometimes a tear starts my sad eyes weeping
And I love my dear sweet heart all the more.

Having thus gone gently into the night
Taking labours rest to rejuvenate
With dreams that will bring us into the light
Of the new day in order to contemplate

Thoughts of love’s riches both tender and bright.
With all the hope that a new day will bring
As we take part in labours hardest toil
We will remember what makes our hearts sing

Labours of the heart are life’s sweet treasure
A heart full of love is the greatest measure.