I want to look up into the pale-blue sky,
stand next to the green hillocks
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Sincere, sweet, bright, lovely and very true
with a will that does not easily bend
as my love the great creator has made you,
to accompany me towards the world’s end.
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There is ice in the wind
and here and there a flower wilts
are devoured by the ripe
and when the moon rise brightly
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In the heat of your body
in this winter I do find
warmth, escape and fulfilment of desire
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and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
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I smell the fragrance of the falling rain
hear how startled the wild horses snort,
see the dust-line of the wild wind savagely
blowing sand and leaves
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Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.
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Since the first morning light you were up and gone
and I thought of last night as the day moved on
and voiceless between us sweet emotions remain
while through the day we both do toil alone
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With her long legs continually flashing,
on her small heel and toe she is dancing
keeping perfectly to the banging rhythm
in passing smiling sweetly at the king.
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