To Understand You No One Can Aid (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Now you are in my wild imaginings.
as I dream, are forsooth of what was youth.
Mine you are not in the reality of things:
a marriage on hold is the bitter truth.

Hope and God's grace is new in the morning
while my will do a way to you fashion.
From your acts and words I get a warning:
your love might be gone while I do dash on,

in manhood I journey from youth to old age,
while life seems foredoomed by destiny,
I do know you as pleasant and in rage,
in this do believe that you do love me

but to understand you no one can aid
and to loose you really I am afraid.
© Gert Strydom