All English Sonnets
I pray and pine and pray and pine and pray,
To God to bring you near, make you mine
And for this keep my wishes in array,
Keep standing, waiting and I pray and pine.
You come to me and talk of worldly chores,
Of all the world’s problems- dark and deep,
Of all its bleeding, festering, rotting sores,
I keep on listening and I, silence keep.
What words I want to hear- do not come
You keep on ranting for this luckless world,
I keep on waiting in a corner curled,
For words of love- which you may utter some.
You, what I want to hear, do not say,
And without warning quietly go away.