By beautiful woman in whose eyes the Southern Cross does gleam
for me you are pretty, secretive and clever,
but I do always only find your row of footprints
where constantly you climb back into my heart,
the road to you becomes stroboscope
as if on it I am walking an eternity
where I am on speed and it looks as if I am standing still
but from you on the horizon I do always get hope
as you remain barefoot like a child
so that I find signs of you everywhere
right through the tracks of my heart
and I do know you and are not in love and blinded
where the love in you gather like rain clouds,
your smile glitter brighter than the daybreak.
© Gert Strydom
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