Beautiful Was The Past Weekend With You Poem by Gert Strydom

Beautiful was the weekend
with you
and much to soon it rushed past,
like it is with all good things

There’s a fresh smell of life
that rises from the ground
after the good rain
and it’s as if I am standing
before one of God’s miracles.

Still more exceptional and wonderful
are the times that you lie against me
and I am caught in you depths
and feel your heart beating against me
and I feel life pulsing through me
and I am glad that you are woman
and the greatest thing of Gods creation
I experience in your love.