Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

How enchanting


How enchanting does passion make your face
and your eyes glow with an own power
and still your face
are endlessly soft
while deep love radiates from it.

How lovely you smile makes you look
as if I am looking
into the face of a angel of goddess

and still there’s something hidden
that brings character, experience and maturity
right through your innocence:

sparks with a own intensity
that let electricity go right through me
and leaving me speechless.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 22, 2010

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