This being away from you my love, weirs me thin
as you are in my life, mind and under my skin.
This Corona virus does not leave anyone without distress,
even in dreams it comes to me when I do rest.
Many weeks ago I did see you face to face,
you were happy at our own dwelling place.
I wish life would be as it was then
and you are in the fantasies of me and other men
but so much more than just this kind of thing,
to my you are wonderful and amazing
and all that love really is remains a mystery
but you are more than just perfect to me
and right here I pray for you each day,
that God will protect you while you are from me away.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" and all that love really is remains a mystery but you are more than just perfect to me." We love God and live for God. This poem is interestingly penned with much beauty.