Sonnet 38: When I Leave You For The Morning’s Workload - Poem by David Wood
When I leave you for the morning’s workload
I have your dear picture in my mind’s eye
And your sweet fragrance in my mind explode
Such are the dreams that my heart does comply.
And when I drive our battered car to work
You are not absent in my thoughts sweet heart
This daily grind’s labours I must not shirk
But think of you until I can depart.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder my sweet
So that we can enjoys loves sweet labours
When evening time comes and our paths do meet
And the talk of the day are loves sweet savours.
I do think of you when we are apart
A forced absence makes for a stronger heart.
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