Love Is A Strange Thing Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Love is a strange kind of thing
where you do touch my mind, soul and spirit
and now with the evening twilight I long for you.

The spring-breeze has a soft whispering,
as if it makes a person aware of God's presence.
Love is a strange kind of thing

where about almost everything it wants to let me sing,
where I pray that God do protect you constantly.
Now with the evening twilight I long for you,

while melancholy suddenly comes to my mood
and somewhere outside a frog croaks.
Love is a strange kind of thing

and tonight I yearn for you to be near, darling,
while it's as if God is right here
and now with the evening twilight I long for you,

I notice trees and bright stars in their chords
while this yearning goes beyond tiredness.
Love is a strange kind of thing
and now with the evening twilight I long for you.