If I Were Enchanted By The Look In The Eye Poem by Gert Strydom

If I were enchanted by the look in the eye
which can as easily kiss, caress
as weep and hate
I would be blessed and cursed
as things go.

If I were captured in the grasp
of a alluring girl
who broke through
to the centre of my soul
I would have lost it
and she would be in control
and no cross, deluge or damned fire
would have a impact on me
as destruction has already set its mark.

If demons walked this earth
impacting straight from birth,
from mother to girlfriend and wife,
from the bite on the apple
right up to the tree,
where am I
when the drug connected to the womb
is addicting me in its rhapsodies of bliss?

Is destiny simply throwing out
its dice,
impacting on where the numbers fall
and every human playing for himself?

Or is love a cure to all of this,
love for the mother, girlfriend, wife,
the neighbour and the Lord?