Each Gesture And Glance Carries Meaning Poem by Gert Strydom

All of your silent calculated treason,
the many things that stays unsaid,
the impressions of every word and act
bitterly cuts right through me
and now I know about dumbfounded pain
where I do not know you in this way.
From my spirit and soul it does not want to disappear,
while darkness is victorious over that which is noble.
My darling-doll, with pain you do fill my life,
where that which is pure and precious does disappear,
while destiny let's everything spin out of control,
where something unknown to me do appear in you:
each gesture and glance carries meaning
and I wonder what true love really is.
© Gert Strydom