Entrancement (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Your expression and your eyes and face
do fill my mind's dreams and my imaginings,
gleams as it from the source of beauty springs.
Your body, your figure your moving grace,

draws of some unseen divinity a trace,
your voice with great rapture of its joy sings,
you lift me up to higher places and things.
Halting our marriage does this not erase

but with your entrancement you are gambling
when to put on hold our marriage you say.
To be wed and not: I do not understand this
where love in part is a pure sacred thing,
that with principle does heavily outweigh
its other parts: lust and physical bliss.
© Gert Strydom