Love cannot be captured,
mapped or referenced
in the essence of how it exists
of how in real life it actually is
as oblique, roundabout and indirect
a person do suddenly advance into it
or unexpectedly it does call at the door
where it does alter life
does alter how we act and believe and are,
does alter the heart, the spirit and the soul.
© Gert Strydom
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