Gert Strydom, 26 february 2014
In March when the summer is worn out
the new autumn gets new meaning
when plovers call to each other
while it feels as if the sun is saving its last summer heat
and it seems as if this summer will last forever
like the love that I read in your golden eyes.
When the leaves suddenly fall everywhere
every tree is stripped on the hillocks and in the vale
when the winter cold comes
and stripped off and away is each wild flower
but almost unexpectedly new blossoms appear
and everywhere flowers are in abundance
in the veldt, on the hillocks and at the marsh
and I hear new birds singing their praising songs
as if new life has come to everything
and I also do want to believe that love does the same
when in difficult times
we become closer involved with each other.
[Poet’s note: Please note that in the Southern Hemisphere the seasons are opposite to those that are experienced in the Northern Hemisphere.]
Gert Strydom, 25 february 2014
Maybe life goes like this
that somebody brings the world to a halt
for only you
when you do trust someone with your love
and then the pregnant night gets a knew meaning
when in each yearning in moments that are unknown,
new of new love and the experience stays with you
in this new joint seclusion
when you do believe that love is sincere and intimate
with more meaning than what you have experienced up to now,
when there is much more than just pity
in a kind of bliss that you can never really forget
and maybe when trust and integrity touches you
love becomes resolute.
Gert Strydom, 25 february 2014
(for Daleen)
Birthdays come and birthdays go
and yet there is something of the magic
of what life really is
caught in simple moments just like these
and the true length of life we do not know
or if we will be happy and healthy or be sick,
if important things we will experience or miss
while the rosy blossom of life does glow
upon your soft cheek
and your golden eyes do shine
with a deep perplexing happiness
and yet our lives we do not to destiny throw
but do for deeper meaning seek
for something lasting and divine
and the beauty that only a husband in love can behold
comes in moments of mere bliss
when something special lingers in each kiss
and I wish that every other day be blessed like this
that love will burn as bright when we are old
that even times of turmoil and sadness
will be turned around to gladness,
to the perfection of a eternal spring
and that life will have greatness in everything.
Gert Strydom, 24 february 2014
Far in the distance a church bell rings
while the early Sunday morning is lingering
and the moments between you and me stretch out
with the bliss that no words do know
when you cover my body and face with kisses
and the world fades away, stops for moments
even the thoughts that constantly remain in the mind
when we know the depth of true love
when you are fragile, brittle
and far past wonderful.
Gert Strydom, 24 february 2014
You are wonderful and sometimes full of mystery
and at times I do not understand you completely
but your smile, your laughter and the things that you do say
are treasures that no money can buy
and I do not want you any different.
Gert Strydom, 14 february 2014
The windows was closed behind the curtains
and shut out was the world, the night and the breeze
as if you and I was locked in
away from all heartache, pain and sin
and our loving did begin
with passion and a certain kind of ease
and of your love I was certain
while I did cling to you.
It was as if all good things were coming true,
as if all evil and everything that brought ill
had to wait until
out time together was spent
Gert Strydom, 14 february 2014
Too many times we want to know
from what love is woven of,
as there is something special
when our hearts and faces glow
but unknowingly we do at times remove
our trust from each other
and even from God
and the in desperation do trod
while the effects of love we do not feel
but as a principle forever it is real.
Gert Strydom, 13 february 2014
I wish I could read love in your eyes,
that you look at me with a smile that says more,
that all days could be full of the summer-sun,
that your hand could lay softly in mine
and in my thoughts its only you
that continually does figure.
Gert Strydom, 12 february 2014
For you that I do love
I will even forgo important things,
want to stop the pain and destruction
that life brings
and hold you tight against my breast
and try and inspire you
with words deep out of my heart.
Gert Strydom, 11 february 2014
It is love that brings deeper feelings,
makes a smile jump into the eyes
and when the days of trouble do come
it’s got the power to overwhelm the darkness.
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