From Bliss I Do You Now In Torture Miss Poem by Gert Strydom

The most inner part of my broken heart
recall your liveliness and loveliness,
your grace and the lovely smile on your face,
radiance breaking through as happiness grew

but a single phrase did all of this erase,
turned life to being without a wife.
Now I do you miss in my loneliness,
while I am away on every single day.

My love you are to be with felicity.
In wretchedness I cry as days pass bye,
where my heart did sing it has suffering.
Your words implied you are dissatisfied.

From bliss I do you now in torture miss.
I do you adore. You do not anymore.
© Gert Strydom