Entrancement (Italian Sonnet) 3 Poem by Gert Strydom

Your expression and your eyes and face
do fill my mind's dreams and my imaginings,
gleams as it from the source of beauty springs.
Your body, your figure your moving grace,

draws of some unseen divinity a trace,
your voice with great rapture of its joy sings,
you lift me up to higher places and things.
Nothing that I do experience does this erase

but with your entrancement I am gambling
when years later that I do you love I say,
that you do in my heart remain I know this,
where love in part is a pure sacred thing,
that with principle does heavily outweigh
its other parts: attraction and physical bliss.