Sonnet 20, Life is Pains and Again Pains

Life is pains and again pains to be borne
With every love that has some hope to gain,
Though we come across days when there is pain
For there is something in us all to adorne;
On ahead roads that seem hopeless and worn
Especially those where passion is alane,
We seek for compassion all in a vain
For the world has forgotten and forlorn.

Gazing at the days that are in front of me
Armored with the hopes that blossoms with care,
I will find the way for much is to know;
All desperate cry again must come free
Though hard are moments to speak of or bear,
For vineyards of love in heart roots must grow.