All English Sonnets
Time hardens us as year by year it flows,
And buries everything beneath its crust.
But in the darkened memory still glows,
The gentle light of gutsy love and trust:
While going through old papers yesterday,
I chanced upon an angry note from you,
(Which had been paled and withered by decay.)
With anger of your words still, shrinking through,
Reminding the forgotten times a now
It’s ages since my head has not been turned,
Since it was turned by you so long ago.
And how we fretted, fought and fumed and burned.
Although the layers of Time are really tough,
To break them love and trust are hard enough.