I To Me And You To You Poem by Gert Strydom

I to my bachelor life
and you to your one bedroom flat
with two children,
which of us will first rue
the day that we met?

I to love you forever
and you to do it too,
which of us will first rue
the day that we wed?

I to care for you
and you for only you
which of us will first rue
the way we lived together?

I for raising your kids as my own
and you for being totally alone
which of us will first rue
children in our home?

I to you as my morning,
afternoon, evening
in sunshine, hail and rain

and you dealing out pain
with several other lovers
setting your sails to the wind.

I not glad to know you
as a lover, wife or friend
and not anymore
wanting to go to
the very end

and you bringing down destruction
and going where
the wind blows best.

Which of us will not rue,
the day that we met?