Sonnet #4 Poem by Edwina Reizer

Has your love died, the love I missed
because my lips you haven't kissed?
My heart has withered while it waited
to hear from you that you were elated
while we were joined in what we knew
to be the bond that kept us two.

Let me cherish the moments we spent
and let those moments keep me content.
For I have never felt more at any time
than when I sang to you "You are Mine."
Love can be found in many a place.
I have found it in your face.

There will be those that think me daft.
But I don't care if they have laughed.
They're not aware or can they know
where my feelings have me go.
I, alone keep this inside.
And you, my love when I have died
will know inside why I have cried.