Only Words (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Blessed is the time that we do together spend,
where much more than the world you are to me
and sheer magic do nature to your beauty lend
where with you every day of life I do want to be,

where your loving I will never in any life refuse,
while just words are the trifle gifts for me to give,
where day upon day we do the things of life use
and in your presence I do really abundantly live,

where pitiful is life when we are apart and I alone
and that our love is not true no one can us deceive,
where its impact and its essence will never be gone
but of us do to eternity its presence in words leave

that does after we are gone still live on in a legacy
from destruction remaining forever truly totally free.