I Met You (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

I met you on a bright hot summer day,
your smile was radiant; your eyes did gleam,
I do not remember what you did say,
you were the woman, of whom I did dream,

your voice was sweet and your gaze did mine meet,
your presence did me unsettle and me stun,
as if I was the one that you do complete:
the one destined for sadness and fun.

Maybe something lacks in my memory,
your fragrance was fresh and also timeless
but I still do you in my mind's-eye see:
you were much more beautiful than just this.

Right here I might be tonight too direct
but on me you still have this same effect.