I Cannot Give You (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

I cannot give you streched out open lands
I do not posses any great well-stocked farms
where to you I do come with empty hands
and want to wrap you tight in my arms

I can write only a simple kind of song
that lifts the spirit up and love high
where the feelings between us is strong
where only thoughts of you have I

I cannot give you many stones that are rare
that does glimmer with a tranquil deep sheen
I can only stroke through your lovely hair
throughout my life treat you like my queen

I can only my goodwill and love on you bestow
and hope in time you will follow me wherever I go.

© Gert Strydom