I Have Learnt (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In life I have learnt to laugh at fate
even if my existence it did betwixt,
while by your true love I was fixed,
to live on while people do me hate,

that all hurting things with time do abate,
that in with sorrow happiness was mixed
that you are to the point without a prolix,
with imperfections you are a perfect mate,

a living angel without a golden wing
and in my mind your presence does glow
where in love a person can do anything,
even at other people do anger very slow
and with your name my heart does sing
while I do you truly and intimately know.