A Perfect Woman (English Sonnet)2 Poem by Gert Strydom

In your green-brown eyes I see a tender light
a glance that lingers just for a single moment,
with your pupils much darker than midnight,
with golden flecks sparkling like an ornament.

Your hair is naturally curly and somewhat fair,
It's as if you are from divine invention drawn
while you act with foresight, respect and care,
do serve, warn, comfort from night till dawn.

Your temperance is placid, unruffled and serene
all of my previous sorrows in you I do loose,
you are more than a biological living machine:
the one whom as a mate in this life I do choose

as we both travel through this world unto death,
you are in my heart, soul and in my last breath.