Gert Strydom (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)
Never do our feelings seem to abate 
Never do our feelings seem to abate
and even summer at its prime
at times against our passion seems temperate
and yet they may grow more intense in time
as between us nothing is just moderate
and the intensity seems like a sin or a crime
while daily we do grow more affectionate.
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