I see you in my thoughts with candles in chandeliers
when the moon hangs bloody red outside,
with the gleam of light falling softly in your hair
where now I am broken in longing for you
and the moonlight brings to you a kind of magic,
while doves without end do coo their songs of love,
and a cat tries to jump in through the window,
as the romantic atmosphere wants to sweep me along.
This simple scene jerks on my heart
as we do love each other intimately and eternally
but in the week we do live apart
and our feelings remain through all of this active
where you are a part of my best thoughts
while day after day I miss you very much.
© Gert Strydom
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