Look my love; I send to you the red sun,
that looks red-eyed in the morning and late afternoon
and brightly over your skin bake down intimately,
that you do day upon day see wherever you are.
Look my love; my heart also goes along with you,
when I entrust you to God's power,
where you do know constantly about my love,
although miles lie between you and me.
I am still in love and lost in you,
like leaves that blow in a whirling-wind,
where I see you from another perspective,
always find a resting-place in your heart.
You remind me of the summer-sun,
of times where we did everything that we could.
© Gert Strydom
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