The Seasons With You I Cannot Forget Poem by Gert Strydom

Your smile like a lingering star's ray
shines from the early morn,
while you do brighten my life through the day
and never will you be from my soul torn.

Daleen, you follow me like a shade,
again meet me in person when we go to rest
and to me you are divinely made,
are the comfort and passion against my breast.

The seasons with you I cannot forget,
nor each following cooing dove
where in our garden early and late we met
to live a life of sincere love.

Nothing can the imprints on our hearts efface,
the memories of springs and summers in the past,
the times when we were together, did kiss and embrace,
where through turbulence and cold winters it did last.

The butterflies fluttered just out of the door,
from flower to flower on the grass so vividly green,
the fragrant roses and lilies flowered like never before
amorous like a part of lost Eden was the enraptured scene

The flowers were almost everywhere
the sparrows and finches fluttered up and away,
as children of a God that does care,
while far too quickly passes every day.

Still impressions scenes like this in my memory make
while of our garden and love God is aware,
and about everything He notes takes
where He does a lovelier garden for us prepare.

Daleen, you follow me like a shade,
again meet me in person when we go to rest
and to me you are divinely made,
are the comfort and passion against my breast.