Daily Our Love Does Somehow Increase (Wreathed Octave) Poem by Gert Strydom

Daily Our Love Does Somehow Increase (Wreathed Octave)



Daily our love does somehow increase
with some gentle ease you charmingly smile
and a while feelings linger and do not cease
and I have peace as I travel mile by mile
while nothing can beguile the joy you bring
as love is happening and you become part of me
and I am free as the birds that happily sing
free from every sting as life is what it has to be.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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