Translation (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

If I do not know to write the beauty to you
where I know you in the beating of my heart and on the tips of my fingers,
when constantly I reconnoitre new experiences with you,
then you are a part of my thoughts and words.
When my lips find you and drive you to frenzy,
when I want to pamper you in all wonderful things,
even in the silences on the paper from my pen,
when the moments do rub your spirit and soul out
then you do become substance and real to me.
How can I tell you about the depth of my love
when mere words do constantly loose their impact?
God does pour you out in spirit and soul as a blessing
and yet love between us is no secret:
we do experience it daily over and over again.

© Gert Strydom