I Constantly Chase After Love Poem by Gert Strydom

I constantly chase after love
and ask girls to wear my ring
and it’s as if happiness departs from me
and plagues me with one or other thing:

I

The first girl
that I loved and married
finds my so called friend
to be a better guy for her

and she suddenly can’t stand me
when she goes to him and what had been
between us, is suddenly finished
and she sends me away to the moon.

II

Over the second one
my tears flow like rain
as our time together is so quickly past
as if she was only leant to me

and her innocence and beauty
is destroyed in a single day
as if destiny holds out its hand
and waits constantly in the background.

III

The third one can steal any man’s heart,
but shares herself with others
and with knives, molten plastic and a pistol
plays a deadly game

and by her self she left me
and went to her newest lover
after ruining my life
and I am still glad about her departure.

IV

Now I care for you
and wonder where
you stand with me?