Love Sonnet 222: "When all the joys conspired to leave your heart"

When all the joys conspired to leave your heart,
And turned all colors that you see to gray,
Your dreams dissolved, each one, its every part,
You were now strangers heading each your way;

That road that faded on a bend hid her,
You wished her figure reappears again,
Though not today, too soon, as so it were,
For even if wounds heal, you won't know when;

And yet, you know, amidst the wintry cold,
Half of the world is warm where hearts rejoice,
Where joy replaces glum, as often told,
And sorrow has to go without a choice;
. . . . In time, your heart well see colors emerge,
. . . . And dreams will come where joys would all converge.

Reviews

[Shane Mohamed]

Indeed, love could be trivial and come hidden in between the seasons. I think you've noticed by now that I'm an honest and frank reviewer. If I had something to say, it would be that this is a good piece, but I expected something better from someone of your caliber. It just seems like you didn't put that much time into it. It doesn't have the emph that your other sonnets have, if you know what I mean. All in all, it was a good read for me. Thank you for sharing.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Shane, as I was telling you, my recent compositions are lighthearted. As you see, poetry are like petals of roses strung together, hence of fragile and simple structures. I have read poems of people who belabor simple rhymes into heavy topics. I mean, light and tender are the lines. If you build bridges with it they are not the suitable materials. That would be poor engineering and bad poetry. Haha don't take to heart what I'm saying, it might encumber you. I am a rebel.