Sonnet4: Our Love Was True, Thou Knowest Poem by Pijush Biswas

Our love was true, thou knowest; but where's depth
I sought, with thy resignation, now ta'en unwise.
Sorrowfully, silently I could if thou hadst had breathe
Upon my shoulder; again it could have become a prize.

No, the lost hours yet aren't gloomy; lest, so willing
So a twist should be happened on shallowness of love
In healing the wounds; or uplift the hope, falling.
We can try our best, as successful ourselves to prove.

Even the sea is so wise; always engaged to the beach.
His one dazzling return makes the beach feel good;
Then, what for we do sit closed hands; 'tis better preach
The love, once ta'en immature by our littlehood.

O thou, thou art not yet lost in business of life by me
O, look forward for a while, yet I'm prepared for thee.