Sonnet 77: Reflections Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 77: Reflections
I enjoyed buying flowers for my love
Though they did not compare with her beauty
She is now with the angels high above
I now place them on her grave, 'tis my duty.
We really had fun when she was with me
When off to the High Street we would wander
So our time together was meant to be
And all the time my heart would grow fonder.
But time was a luxuary denied us
And I take my place in the world alone
To continue a life without much fuss
And make the best of things and not to moan.
Time immortal is as endless as space
And true love is that everlasting grace.
beautiful, really beautiful youe words atr so true and tender i really like this one Time immortal is as endless as space And true love is that everlasting grace. what a beautiful lines....
Time is endless and true love is everlasting. Beautifully said with all the agony of active volcanoes hidden in the heart. Thank you for another nice sonnet.
True love is that everlasting grace...That memories itself keep love alive in your heart. Beautiful poem..Loved reading it..
True love is everlasting grace! ! Over and over again you affirm it with your fond remembrance of her! ! A moving write! !
Yr true love reminds me of how romantic my parents were together thanks for the tears Bravo!
Excellent poem. I do share the opinion of Poet Gajanan Mishra
Keep on composing such beautiful sonnets, it's a skill and a special blessing on you! ! !
You are sonnet maker and it should be always in a special collection...In this sonnet i love how you loudly saying that your love forever lovelier than any flowers you bought for her. A honest love is your reflection! _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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true love is ever lasting grace, right, thanks my dear poet.