Against this time-spirit of political-correctness,
I try to remain with the absolute truth,
in days full of death I want to entrust you to God,
where I turn away from anger, revenge and resentment
and others make my personal business their very own,
where they see me as the greatest sinner,
try to keep me imprisoned by severe gossiping,
do not comprehend that God is my only righteousness
and barefoot I want to bring you my words,
tell you that love between us is something holy,
where you are over the horizon and I still can feel your heartbeat
and these humble words I write with emotion:
that now for almost a month I do terribly miss you,
that I do only intend the most beautiful things in life for you.
© Gert Strydom
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