I Make Your Lovely Open Smile Mine Poem by Gert Strydom

I make your lovely open smile mine,
your golden sun filled eyes do watch me intensely
where we stand at the fishpond
and golden fishes come up to peep at us,

the dogs jump like antelope over the flowers,
run to the great old oak tree to bark at doves
and the picture of the spring garden full of flowers
is caught on the surface of the fishpond.

There are bees buzzing around us at the purple-blue sage bush,
butterflies that flutter against the wind
and for moments everything, the whole world does stop
when I kiss you and feel your soft hot lips.