Gert Strydom, 2 października 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 października 2013
You did become flesh of my flesh,
spirit of my spirit
as you are in the deepest part of me
and I want it never to be different
Gert Strydom, 2 października 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Gert Strydom, 2 października 2013
Every breath, every heartbeat of you
are known to me,
even how you stretch yourself out over the bed
in moments that linger and linger.
Gert Strydom, 1 października 2013
From my mother I got love that is endless,
that comes selflessly in silent sacrifice
and some people see this as insignificant
but Dad far too early was missing in death
and of him I sometime just have knowledge;
.his qualities come as a suggestion.
From mother
Discipline and zeal comes to meaning,
her steadfastness is a strange thing
in a world where people do not keep themselves in check.
I know what love is, in the forgiveness
of mother.
Gert Strydom, 1 października 2013
From my mother I got love that is endless,
that comes selflessly in silent sacrifice
and some people see this as insignificant
but Dad far too early was missing in death
and of him I sometime just have knowledge;
.his qualities come as a suggestion.
From mother
Discipline and zeal comes to meaning,
her steadfastness is a strange thing
in a world where people do not keep themselves in check.
I know what love is, in the forgiveness
of mother.
Gert Strydom, 1 października 2013
Mother, I am tired to come with empty hands to you
and it worries me that life passes so quickly
but to me you are always available
and sometimes my life is in disorder.
and I keep knocking at your door
and it is with an open heart that you are giving every thing
as never your love does end
when like a mere child you wipe off my tears.
I do not know how to say thank you for a life-time
and its only empty words that I am laying at you feet
but like you I do not know any other woman
and maybe I will always cling
to love that is honourable and sincere
and keeps guiding me to God in a world of darkness.
Gert Strydom, 30 września 2013
You did seep into my heart,
have made friends with my hands and body
and now that your are becoming well-known to me
between us no games do exist
as you did become a part of me.
Gert Strydom, 30 września 2013
When the sun did hang like a copper bell on the horizon
and the silence of the afternoon did come
I already was longing after you
and saw the evening-lily flowering under a silver moon
and when your car lights did turn into the gate
my whole heart rejoiced with joy
and it did feel
as if my day was empty without you.
Gert Strydom, 27 września 2013
Last night while lying next to me
you did say pretty words,
you told me how much you do love me,
that your whole life long you wanted somebody like me
and there was something beautiful in each sentence,
it felt as if we were starting on a journey of discovery
and now that the morning is peeping through the window
you still hold my hand tightly in yours,
while outside doves do flutter and coo.
It’s as if time is lingering
and I wonder if this is a fairy tale
when a bird looks in through the window
and I leave you to sleep like a princess
as if time only belongs to you and me.
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