In Itself It's A Strange Kind Of Thing (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

You are mythological my equal and my twin,
as if we are so very similar where we look at each other
and together do turn the whole world around on its head,
so near we are in thoughts, taste and contemplation
and in itself it's a strange kind of thing
as we do get closer to each other and you are very pretty,
moments are loaded with almost static electricity
and to my life you do bring intense immediate change,
where time and again I have got to avoid every Amazon luring-trap,
that you almost careless all around me set
and this is no kind of game but how my life does go,
where you do take care that I once again am in contact with you,
as if every moment with me are important to you
and we are both in love and so very vulnerable.