(for Annelize)
From a photo I tried to draw your lovely smiling face
I was scared that in my memories you are without a trace
but it was disastrous whenever it I tried to draw
as I can only note word down with flaw upon flaw
where to me your countenance is full of grace,
to me you do have the greatest kind of beauty
where in you the most wonderful woman I do see
and daily with your kindness you do me amaze
I was scared that in my memories you are without a trace.
© Gert Strydom
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