You can still the storm in my heart,
or of new you can bring it forth
Your humanity is sincere, new and fresh
where day upon day you do touch me.
Constantly I pray that God will protect you,
when my boots grind and gnash over gravel to duties,
it's you that still loves me although my life is turned skew.
It's you that stand by me when others do me forsake.
Like a fairy-princess you go right through the garden,
on your fingers there are fruitful red-brown sand,
where you constantly plant flowers with a small spade,
you see roses, lilies and morning glories that trumpet,
to me you are the only flower in the rising sun
and you hold a whole cosmos firmly in your hand.
© Gert Strydom
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