In Holy Days With You (Rondel Prime) Poem by Gert Strydom

When the beauty of spring do into summer fade
I do live in holy days secure and tipsy with you,
when days are full of sunshine and the sky is blue,
the dogs chase butterflies on grass as green as jade,

the sheer jolliness of school children do on me abrade
and through all of this, lovely woman, you are true.
When the beauty of spring do into summer fade
I do live in holy days secure and tipsy with you,

this life full of passion and pain for nothing else I will trade,
there is an unspoken kind of love in everything that you do
and how to really fathom love I do not have a clue,
I only can say that my days with you are heaven made.
When the beauty of spring do into summer fade,
I do live in holy days secure and tipsy with you.

© Gert Strydom