In the silent remembering
all the days and nights are lingering,
where continually I am lost
in my beautiful memories of you.
As if all of life is unfolding,
only the loveliest impressions remain,
of how you do love me and I love you,
how we entrust everything to each other.
While here I pour my soul and heart out
I want to tell you that love is something eternal,
that all my verses are dedicated to you
but right here I am curtailed,
where I do miss you while a virus runs amok
but my feelings do remain intimate and sincere.
© Gert Strydom
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I would like to translate this poem
A sweet and lovely sonnet.......10+++