Above us it's a summer day with the sky cobalt blue
when in the garden right against me you stand for moments,
while cars slowly pass our idyllic garden in the road,
where you do kiss me for a moment and we do embrace,
you look deep into my eyes into my soul and I look at you
and there are children that hit a tennis-ball over the road.
Above us it's a summer day with the sky cobalt blue
when in the garden right against me you stand for moments,
it's intimate and soft that you do fold your hand around mine,
when softly your tongue find a way into my mouth
and we do worry about nothing
where this event is saved in memory:
Above us it's a summer day with the sky cobalt blue
when in the garden right against me you stand for moments...
© Gert Strydom
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