Sometimes I do remember how your smile lies in my heart,
when I notice the marks of years and tracks of laughter around your eyes,
when an expression says far more than mere words
and sometimes the way that life is makes you sad.
Sometimes it's as if your tears fall like the yellow-peach-rain
when you do experience both joy and sadness day upon day
where in this life you are everything and all,
and I do want to protect you against the assaults of life
but sometimes your lips are fountain-water-sweet
in the dry winter-season of my heart,
when you do greet me with the joy of spring,
do bring great happiness in the days of sorrow
and only the loveliness of you remain in my memories,
as you are to me much more than an exceptional woman.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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