It Seems No More (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

It seems no more can our true love further increase
where its lovely ways and impact will never die,
while our desires for each other will not decrease
the time does in years past us and far too quickly fly,

where sunny and bright full of love are your eyes,
where constantly they do burn with a hidden fuel,
while in them character and more than feeling lies
and at times to your lovely self you are far too cruel,

where all of my life I do want only with you to spend,
while outside the trees do blossom in the new spring,
where birds do sing and frolic to their great content,
being with you is far greater still than merely existing

and in your face I do much more than mere beauty see,
you are more than the entire great lovely world to me.