A Non-classical Sonnet

I will be listening to the songs of birds -

So sadness will be drowned by a river's flow;

Then suddenly I will remember face of yours,

And all would go back to the way it were - in my soul.

Your image - desired and blessed -

Won't hurt me - when I think of you;

Though it for me - an uninvited guest -

We've spent together moments not a few.

I do not ask you in my fantasies to fly,

But wonderfully - as though on somebody's whim,

When I am sad or when retire for the night -

You're coming up in my thoughts and dreams.

The time is flying, quickly passing by -

But often love doesn't let us go - who knows why?