Too Many Days, Weeks And Months Go Bye (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Very early you called this morning,
outside fluttered and cooed a dove,
you caught me with surprise without warning,
remain to eternity forever my love,

I cried of sadness rather than gladness,
thought of how more beautiful you now look.
Ending our marriage sounded like madness
your words did me shatter did me really shook.

So strange I realize you still do love me
suddenly again all of life seems bright.
Still you do want us together to be,
while I looked the day seemed like night.

You try to find a weird way to fix things,
outside a little weaver of its love sings.
© Gert Strydom