When The Vase Lies In Pieces Shattered (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Percy Bysshe Shelley)

When the vase lies in pieces shattered
and the flowers in it is withered dead,
it's like pure feelings that are scattered,
when a true sincere love is forever shed

and when the heart that trusted is broken,
the intimate happy times are remembered not,
but of you I do remember every word spoken
as with you the most sincere life I have got

and love is in its precious great splendour,
where you are my haven when I am destitute
and all feelings to our hearts does render
tranquillity when songs and voices are mute

where I am constantly under your lovely spell
and I realise that we do know each other well.

[Reference: "When the lamp is shattered" by Percy Bysshe Shelley.]