Gert Strydom, 2 września 2013
What value can I bring to you,
I that have nothing?
What can I find to penetrate as something true,
through the darkness around me?
When I see the heaven
shining in your glance
when you smile tenderly
with stars dancing in your eyes?
What can I find in this darkness
that is around me
that is honest, free of evil,
to show you the world
in the way that I do look at it,
as something genuinely actual that is without dishonesty?
Gert Strydom, 2 września 2013
My darling, with what will I compare you?
You that look to me much prettier
than all the other flowers?
The sun that rises in the mornings
are much redder than any flower
but it’s as if you do radiate my whole world,
as if your rays comes right out of your heart.
Even the evening flower, the rose or gazania
are all insignificant in your presence
as if they are only images of you
and in deference I must admit
that I can find nothing
to bind to your beauty.
Gert Strydom, 30 sierpnia 2013
Sometimes the august winds
abates at September
and the bells hang lifeless on the porch
while the silence echoes deep in you and me
but later when we are apart from each other
it’s to similar days that I do long,
to you with bells
that sometimes hangs ringing on the porch.
Gert Strydom, 30 sierpnia 2013
If you kiss me like this
we will find happiness
in tranquil devotion
and every day will be full of bliss.
If you eyes dwell in mine
in the way that you now are looking
every day will be a blessing
while it feels as if our love is something devine.
Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013
To in your years of old age
discover your real life partner
leaves a person without words
when the work of God astonishes.
Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013
I receive a SMS with a short sentence
about how much you are missing me
and are aware of your humanity
but electronics peeps at me
with a small screen drawing a skew eye.
Gert Strydom, 29 sierpnia 2013
When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.
Gert Strydom, 28 sierpnia 2013
When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.
Gert Strydom, 28 sierpnia 2013
With our legs twisted through each others
I can feel her heart beating under my finger tips
and there is something in her glance that binds me to her
while her fingers caress my face
and her hair is spread over my chest
like autumn leaves
with her fine fingers being like butterflies that flutter.
Gert Strydom, 27 sierpnia 2013
Lord, when even for a month
I do not see the sun,
when the Cape’s winter rain sieves down
as if it can last months long,
when it looks as if the sun
is totally absent,
when the winds even pull down oak trees
then I know that Your love is present,
that where around the fireplace
I find a little bit of comfort
with my loved ones
You are also a visitor.
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