Leatitia Perfecta Poem by Gert Strydom

I met you at a restaurant,
you that create magic with words
Leatitia the poet,

still I knew you from the internet
where you paintings dazzle
Leatitia the painter,

maybe also almost
won your heart
with the few words that I write daily.

I heard your voice then
for the first time
and knew that you are able
to sing beautiful songs

while my heart was thrilled
and wondered what the gift was
that you were brining me.

The piano played in the background
and your slender fingers
on the table played along.

Still it was already defined
as things go
that you were beautiful and gorgeous to me,
Leatitia perfecta.
[Reference: Leatitia by A.G. Visser.]