Where In Longing Our Love Silently Goes On (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where in longing our love silently goes on
I do remember the times of laughter sweet,
where you do live while I am from you gone
and precious are the times when we meet,

that is like music after the quieting of the song,
do vibrate as if in the air the sound is living still
in the memory that still remains powerfully strong,
of times together where we live in God's goodwill,

the fragrances of you in my mind still do remain,
as if they are ever present in our tranquil home
but in the heart there is an awful terrible pain,
while in the week alone I have got to roam

and I miss you and you seem so very far
but weekends are special in the way that they are