All English Sonnets
You looked at me and didn’t recognize,
Our language is forgotten, has been lost.
These years of our parting otherwise,
Would not appear like shadows of a ghost.
With mutely begging and entreating eyes,
I look at you but not a single trace,
Of recognition comes on your face,
But in my mind your memory never dies.
My heart is filled with pangs of stabbing pains,
As hours filled the days and days the years.
And of your person only remains,
Along with lots of unrewarding tears.
And now with every moment every breath,
I wait for nothing else except my death.