Flower Of My Heart - Poem by Gert Strydom
You hair hangs curling
like flower shoots
in auburn strings
past your shoulders.
You smile very cute
and there’s something unknown,
secret cutting through all reason
into my soul.
To me you are more precious,
more beautiful than any other flower
that burst open in glory
Words become unfit
and totally unnecessary between us
when your tongue twists around mine.
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