To Grant Me A Love-Filled Hour (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Your lips I have know as soft scented red
while you laid next to me right through the night,
their words do remain in my heart and head
while together we talked to the first light

Your words and acts betray your inner soul,
the true person that in essence is you,
tell about every hope, your faith and each goal,
all the things to which you do remain true.

but now you are distant like a horrid dream
that does no good to my well being impart
and all of my life is strange not what it seem,
while you bring the greatest pain to my heart

but I pray to God with His great power,
to grant me with you a love-filled hour.
© Gert Strydom