Sonnet 40: Oh, Cruel Heart, How Canst Thou Say I Don’t Love Thee? Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 40: Oh, Cruel Heart, How Canst Thou Say I Don’t Love Thee?
Oh, cruel heart, how canst thou say I don’t love thee?
And those eyes look at me with such hatred
What now has our broken love come to be?
In this silence with nothing to be said.
Is the love we had something to forget?
And all the years of building love lost hope
Love is not to be gambled like a bet,
Our hearts were once joined with the stoutest rope.
The labours of love is like childbirth’s pain
For with loves joy also comes loves sadness
When into love’s joy comes a spell of rain
And soon the sun shines again with gladness.
Cupid has now taken his holiday
And who knows how long will he be away.
Hopefully, after the storms of uncertainty, love will come back stronger than ever. Lovely poem.
Cupid takes vacation for hearts to feel the pain of separation or rejection. Cupid always intends to be back. Beautiful sonnet.
Hope Cupid would be back too soon! It is so natural that into love's joy also comes love's sadness! A beautiful sonnet on disengaging love!
Loves sadness sucks, but the making up is fantastic. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 11:23:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
love is here with us, we are love, love is not far away from us at any point of time anywhere..