To Be Back At Home (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

To be back at home
while the lovely spring leads the summer on
when the last traces of the cold winter is gone,
when a brilliant blue is the day's dome

when happily the insects and birds do roam,
when not a single thing is lonesome
to me you are the only one
while the months and years do come

while in a flash the happy times pass
and fruitfulness is everywhere
when love has truly found a dwelling place
while nothing stays just as it was
when times seems to be without a care
then our love is divine, sacred, a Godly grace.