I am at war and yet, no fighting has begun: <br />I have no fear, from me this war did not arise <br />but when you look at me your gaze is full of ice; <br />at a time in your eyes was nothing but the sun. <br /> <br />At times we were happy had a lot of fun <br />and your attitude, your gaze is a big surprise <br />as if sheer betrayal, is in your soul, in your eyes, <br />as if something terrible had made you run. <br /> <br />Your gaze makes your feelings altogether plain <br />but life is not that simple; you left me for another <br />and now you long to love him; to meet him rather <br />while you laugh, is somewhat thrilled with my pain. <br /> <br />I wished to have feelings that transcends life, <br />as at a time you were very dear and my wife.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-gaze-is-full-of-ice-wyatt-sonnet/
