Gert Strydom, 22 october 2012
My darling has got tiger eyes,
my most beloved has got semi-precious stones
that sometimes shines gleaming
as if a golden colour
is hidden deeply in the brown of her eyes,
as if the darkness of her eyes
holds on to a secret kind of light.
Sometimes the eyes of my beloved gleams
golden like the sun
that hangs in an open blue sky,
as if she continually with her heat
can comfort, caress and cover my skin.
Sometimes I want to be lost
in the depths of her eyes,
I want to loose myself,
I want to be soulless and forget myself
when I know of the depth
of our true love.
Gert Strydom, 22 october 2012
The sea is lost in your eyes
and sometimes there is a kind of green
that shines right through the dark brown depths
in a secret kind of beauty,
something much deeper
than only the perception of pain
with some character shining in them
and sometimes I do continually wonder
what kind of thoughts do you think?
Gert Strydom, 22 october 2012
Sometimes it’s as if stars spark in your eyes
as if they glitter green,
sometimes there is something true and pure,
something more whiter than snow,
and I feel drunk in your presence
and sometimes I feel as old as ages
but you make me young again,
while your lips brings something sweet
to the bitterness of life.
Gert Strydom, 22 october 2012
Sometimes it’s as if stars spark in your eyes
as if they glitter green,
sometimes there is something true and pure,
something more whiter than snow,
and I feel drunk in your presence
and sometimes I feel as old as ages
but you make me young again,
while your lips brings something sweet
to the bitterness of life.
Gert Strydom, 22 october 2012
Sometimes it’s as if stars spark in your eyes
as if they glitter green,
sometimes there is something true and pure,
something more whiter than snow,
and I feel drunk in your presence
and sometimes I feel as old as ages
but you make me young again,
while your lips brings something sweet
to the bitterness of life.
Gert Strydom, 19 october 2012
Seen by druids as have magical properties
as dark green woody vines upward it grows
it covers walls and climbs up upon trees
and to where it is growing no one knows,
its fruit are poisonous small smooth berries
and it protects walls from some weathering
make children ill if they eat them like cherries,
but this plant makes some great green covering
usually looks delightful during spring.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
Daily birds and insects do sing
while the greatness of spring is happening
and at this time I do love you true,
even if destiny does our lives toss and fling.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
From break of day to evening
I hear the joyful caroling
of doves, the twittering of sparrows
as they do sing a happy ode to spring.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
Early in the morning to each other the doves do sing
and it feels as if something great is happening
on this glorious day,
on this new morning in spring.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
As the summer day do pass
so does the time of roses in a glass
and while they do love express
still days run on and nothing stays as it was.
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