The Signs Of You Poem by Gert Strydom

There are stars,
not in the night
but in your eyes.

Stars shining
with a own ferocity
glowing like amber gemstones.

There’s autumn not in the trees
but in your hair
that hang rust brown
like copper wires.

Hair glistening
as if the sun
gets a own life
in every particle.

There are roses
not in your garden,
but caught on your cheeks.

Roses witnessing of life
and innocence
bubbling through you.

There are words
not on your lips,
but in every verse that you write.

Words uncovering your depths
and telling me of your love.