Happy And Lovely (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Happy and lovely you are in the first morning light,
do walk picture perfect in to the realm of the eye
to female lines and curves you do bring bliss to sight,
as if in you the blueprint of grandmother Eve does lie

and above us rises the gleaming peaks op Helderberg Hill
where that mountain is brooding silent from the earliest age
and here we are now together wordless, silent and still
where this day is of God's works for us a pilgrimage,

where we do walk through the woods far away from our car,
walking on a small track on a sunny but chilly winter's day,
your eyes take in the scenery (soft and lovely they are)
where together by our own design we have lost our way

and alone with a picnic basket we spread a blanket at about noon,
the wind starts blowing again and in this winter it might rain soon.