Out Of My Heart This Is A Thing (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Daily to me you have great beauty
and outside the redbreast do sing
calling for rain in its worshiping
and I do not say this out mere duty

that you are far past lovely to me
and out of my heart this is a thing.
Swallows on the breeze are flying,
by-and-by a rainstorm there will be.

In your fifties you look at your prime
as at the first glance, as you was then,
as if no kind of effect has moving time,
you are in the fantasies of mortal men
but to look at you is no kind of crime
as you are blessed among all women.
© Gert Strydom