I See A Day Withering In The West Poem by Gert Strydom

I see a day withering in the west
and although it is past
I am truly blessed
and wonder if a day as this
will ever come along again?

Your eyes are bright in the twilight
and your smile more brilliant
than the stars in the sky
and the beauty and wonder in your eyes
hit deep into my heart.

When our lips meet
it is not to greet and the passion
flows strong, much stronger
than I remember
and suddenly I know
that every day with you
I will be truly blessed
and if destiny was at my behest
I would want to have you with me
long past eternity.