Gert Strydom Poems

On a sunny hot summer day
your cheeks did in rosebuds glow
the last blossoms of spring was swept away
and fruit trees did their bounty show
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Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
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You are my darling, my wife,
the one with whom I walk through life,
the one that is mine, my inspiration and hope,
the one that holds me tight against her breast
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While your eyes
still burn in mine,
your love still yearns for me,
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I do not like the loveliest poetry,
or any kind of music better than you
and although these things are awesome to me
they do not have the ability to be true
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Blood-red the moon hangs
as a ruby up in the sky
on velvet from God,
it does flame in the darkness
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When the sun went down in an orange copper-glow
and your hand found mine warm,
all of life was better than good
and dumbstruck like a small child
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(in answer to Helena Enslin, after Johann Johl)

Destiny separates us at times, my love,
this weekend we are away from each other
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With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
and at full speed they turn away
With their manes blowing in the wind
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With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
and at full speed they turn away
With their manes blowing in the wind
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