Sonnet 50: ‘tis Love That Makes The Widowers Eyes Weep Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 50: ‘tis Love That Makes The Widowers Eyes Weep
‘Tis love that makes the widowers eyes weep
Love’s sweetness lost to death’s kiss wounds the heart
His sweet love is now lost to death’s deep sleep
Memories fill his mind not to depart.
A heart now consigned to a single life
His only comfort the food he now eats.
The world will be colder without his wife
And a lonely life is now all that greets.
But life must go on and time does but heal
And the wounds of the heart will indeed mend
Life’s daily grind will soon seem all too real
And then he will find many a true friend.
Until then he will feel that he is slain
And find no comfort to heal his deep pain.
Your sonnets of love are deep and moving. But life must go on and time does but heal Time is the greatest healer. Thank you.
Two more lovely sonnets and so different from each other Loved them Thanks for sharing BB : O)
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5/2/2024 10:10:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Today was my David Wood Sonnet day. I felt your love, pain, and loss. You've memorialized a beautiful marriage. Thanks for sharing your poetry and your passion for the sonnet form.