In Your Smiles And Gleaming Eyes Poem by Gert Strydom

In your smiles and gleaming eyes
there is a land of wonder that begins
and you are mine like the winds whispering
at the blooming flowers in the garden

and on your soft lips even beer is sweet,
the voices of birds die at the sound of your voice,
while I am captured by the tunes that you sing
which brings unknown joy and tranquillity.

Now your essence is much more than memory,
while your dark eyes are still swallowing me.