That I will gladly follow you
to either heaven or hell,
I say as if I am under your spell
and to you I remain true in all I do.
Maybe from Adam it's been like this
that in sincerity a man loves his damsel fair,
he wants no other's kiss or bliss,
are of the imperfect perfect things aware.
Just as Dante viewed Beatrice,
do I through all eternity care,
where too severely I do you miss
as you are special, as a woman rare,
and where without you I do continue,
more of the longing and missing I do tell
and maybe of Dante missing Beatrice I have a clue
where in mien and beauty you do pass others excel
but the Lord of love, life and death guards at the eternal abyss,
even if the Prince of darkness himself does dare
and us He binds, do the infernal waylay, do those claims dismiss,
do ahead straighten and the way prepare.
© Gert Strydom
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