Will I Tell The World And Not Be Able To Be Silent Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Herman de Coninck)

Will I tell the world
of how soft your arms, body and nature is
when in rapture you do embrace me?

Or will I say that you do believe in princes,
do follow fairy-tales sometimes in depth
but do know in all of this that God is the true hero?

When you lie softly against me with loving lust
the whole universe comes to halt in that moment
as if it still trembles right through everything that is wonderful and lovely
like mountains of which the snow-covered peaks glisten through the fog.

[Reference:"Zal ik niet kunnen zwijgen over" (Will I be able to be silent over)by Herman de Coninck.]