At a time it had been past for you and I,
apart from the love between you and me
but still in your eyes the glance do remain
and to keep you, my own inability,
where I now have again the same situation:
my whole world comes to a halt
and nothing comes of going on with life with you,
where the brokenness between us do remain,
apart from the love between you and me.
© Gert Strydom
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