(for Annelize)
I love you to my heart's content and to its inner core
and to the very limit of my soul. How can I love more?
I love you with the heartfelt feelings and hope and faith
with which a man does his perfect fit, his wife, his woman, adore.
I love you like William Blake's little boy lost
without counting the price to it and the cost,
for all of the crumbs at the door
and for much more and I love you most
where you came to me while I was broken
and in every day's tokens that are unspoken
in all of our labour and goodwill,
for the man that you have in me awoken,
I love you with my joy and sorrows and by far
for the lovely person that you are.
© Gert Strydom
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