Although You Do Not Realise That You Are Pretty Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Herman de Coninck)

In the twenty first century the sun blushes
just like a nun full of innocence on that morning flaming red,
a cold front comes with icy chilliness right through the country
and for years I do love you deep in my heart.
I know you intimately; do know every part of your body,
do also know your disposition and your spirit and soul
I do regard how easily you are well known to me
where parts of you do fit perfectly in my hands,
your beauty makes that I do feel special
although you do not realise that you are pretty
and to you I am attractive and beautiful,
sometimes you look at me as if I am Apollo
but you do remain lovelier than Helen of Troy
and do carry the same name.

When you climb out of the bath and walk wet into my arms
you are soft and hot against me,
while the whole world slips away
as if only you and I do exist in eternity
where your un-definability
do get context in the taste of lips upon lips,
in the heat of body upon body
and I say Helen you are wonderful
but that lovely name sounds awful to you,
the sun witnesses every thing of us
even when as my wife you stand naked before me,
you say that it must be mere sin in intense ecstasy
and it's like a world event for you and me
where through all the seasons of life we do go together.

[Reference: "Fréderique
of: hoe ik geskchiedschrijver werd" by Herman de Coninck

(Fréderique
or how I became a history writer)by Herman de Coninck.]

© Gert Strydom