All of Days (Saraband Sonnet (Italian/Spanish Combination)

If love is lost for evermore my heart will surely fade to naught and life will be an endless chore. Tormented eyes that beauty sought would pierce the air in anguished pain, my love's unwritten song in vain if you should leave my soul distraught. Yet hidden in the azure skies I feel your love return my gaze and in my dreams invoke my sighs. My heart is yours for all of days through winter sun and darkest night and in the ancient mystic ways our love will stand in its own right.