A Song For My Sore Beloved Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize, after A. G. Visser)

Your lips do entice and gleam and glow
severally enchanted I am,
are drawn by green-brown eyes
that does look into my soul,
I do bring budding roses,
want to draw you near,
when falling in love does fill my heart,
I do want to cover you with kisses

Like a lovely princess you glide in,
the organ is thundering,
you fill my heart and every sense,
are radiating in snow-white silk
and you I do want to love forever,
far past stirring you are
when our wedding does begin
and you are breathtaking.

Still years we are asunder,
where this does remain in memories
of how I do experience life,
in my picture of you,
as you remain desirable
where love does not fade,
where I entrust God with everything
beautiful and conceivable.

Where I have got nothing to give to you,
do only bring mere words
as a very sad kind of song
that sings about our love,
about times of joy and sorrow,
I write with affection
where the will of God does always occur
in His great compassion.

[Reference:"Laetitia" by A. G. Visser.]