Here I Confess That I Do Love You (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Lina Spies)

The words between us is something like holy ground,
where rhetoric gets meaning in the mundane,
the taste of gooseberries and prickly pears are on your mouth
while you tell me that in your soul and body you do burn for me.
Your expressions and gestures do remain your own
and in your eyes is something earthy
where day after I do like you more,
where you do wait on me under the shadows in our garden.
Your smile is bright and like the sun your eyes gleam,
where both of us constantly do find God in the darkness
and with my heart you have got a strange kind of ability
where you are everywhere in my soul and mind and body.
There is no formula for that out of which love does exist,
just the knowledge that right through my life you are with me.

[Reference: "belydenis" (confession)by Lina Spies.]