Oh, where shall my wandering soul seek rest? <br />A wound that runs deep rents my heart in two <br />Another’s head now rests between those breasts <br />Whose lithe tongue speaks of love you believe true. <br />I am a tortured soul, my heart a slave <br />You gaze at me and I am smitten deep. <br />Oh, for your love I will fight to the grave, <br />And then once slain slumber in deaths deep sleep. <br />But your new love may not last times great test <br />Your new true love may wither on the vine <br />And fall by the wayside like all the rest <br />And I may have the chance to make thee mine. <br />Love is a restless wind that can blow cold <br />Then your heart I will win with my love so bold.<br /><br />David Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-10-oh-where-shall-my-wandering-soul-seek-rest/
