At night when the heat of the summer-day is gone
it sounds as if the whole house is listening to you and me,
it seems as if the stars and moon are whispering to each other
about the secrets of the times between you and me,
even the weavers have about us a kind of knowledge,
where we find each other in an adventure in the darkness,
while every promise and covenant between us seems more real,
where we do live together in our own bond.
Love between us is another kind of thing,
there is much more than just bodily passion to it,
where sincerely I do entrust you to God,
it causes the heart to sing from mere joy
and at times a person cannot really comprehend it,
as something eternal remains between you and me.
© Gert Strydom
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