Infatuation Poem by Gert Strydom

Infatuation



I remember your green-brown eyes
innocently finding mine,
how your mouth noticeable did twitch
and how totally blinded
I thought that you were an angel
and unaware of the church
for half an hour looked at you.

Friday, January 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: angel,green,infatuation
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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