Love Sonnet 167

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

Love Sonnet 167

Black colors my days, it’s a waste of night,
In raiment, very dark, it clothed my heart,
For love dimmed, all the bright days are in flight,
Dreams, too, it tainted, until they depart;
Yet, nary is a picture with no shades,
No one returns, if first he did not leave,
With much exposure, novelty soon fades,
Your absence, might prove worthless to bereave;
If life be garden where sweet roses grow,
There also thrive the weeds which cause the pain,
And mark, a blue sky makes not the rainbow,
It’s the sunshine, with some help from the rain;
……..Let my bright days be rained down, for I know,
……..That it results in rainbows which soon show.

[Lincolnshirelass]

A lovely poem. I particularly like your reminder that a purely blue sky cannot create a rainbow - that's a powerful metaphor.

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

A lovely poem. I particularly like your reminder that a purely blue sky cannot create a rainbow - that's a powerful metaphor.

You are right. We need the rain, not just the bluest of skies. In effect, sorrows are integral to our lives.
Thanks for commenting.

[Christiana Arthur]

Wow very good

[ReyvrexQuestor Reyes]

Wow very good

Thanks for your encouragement. I felt honored to be in your first post in this forum.