To me you are an angel of the light,
the one to whom I do my love express,
the one who against me I want to press
in days of tranquillity and of fright.
I come to you in the stillness of the night,
ask that God do you everyday truly bless
and I want to tell you more and I tell less
but I have not seen you as lovely as tonight.
How happy are the days that we meet,
where selflessly to each other we give,
with true affection do each other greet,
while never we do each other deceive
and to me you are kind and very sweet
as we do at times separate our days live.
© Gert Strydom
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