Gert Strydom Poems

It seems no more can our true love further increase
where its lovely ways and impact will never die,
while our desires for each other will not decrease
the time does in years past us and far too quickly fly,
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(in answer to Cas Vos)

Where you notice the impressions and colour of my eyes
you do realise that we are one in flesh and spirit,
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(after Walt Whitman)

I remember a transparent sunny summer day,
where on that particular early twilight morning
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(in answer to Louis Janse Van Vuuren)

Out of the bath you walked into my arms,
we had an intimate conversation,
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Deep in my thoughts I did remember you
every smile, every bit of laughter and the sound of your voice,
I tried to keep you deep in the places of my memory
and with sincere love my heart did beat.
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Happy and lovely you are in the first morning light,
do walk picture perfect in to the realm of the eye
to female lines and curves you do bring bliss to sight,
as if in you the blueprint of grandmother Eve does lie
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(in answer to Joan Hambidge)

To love you intensive, sincerely and intimate
is to dare a chance to burn to ashes,
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(in answer to Dante Gabriel Rossetti)

I saw your image in a dream's retinue
where you excelled with love's gonfalon,
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It's strange that you do lay streched out next to me
where moments ago together we were just one,
where like a fountain that bubbles you keep saying things
where together we do fit into eternity,
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