Glorious Had That Blessed Bright Morning Been (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

At the very braking of the new orange-red day
the sun sneaked over the hillocks into the sky,
birds were twittering, chirping some did play,
that scene was full of tranquillity on the eye.

The morning was filled with God's alchemy
in that serene blue without a cloud in sight,
all of a sudden unexpected you came to me
and that greeting was such a blessed delight

where I did of the intimacy of our love know,
while outside the sun did bright white shine,
you did your kisses and bliss upon me bestow
and for some fleeting moments you were mine

glorious had that blessed bright morning been
when I my true love in her beauty had seen.