Maybe Life Is A Transitory Thing (Rubiyat Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

We are older than our first days of bliss,
when that summer was filled with happiness
and that time to us was the entire world,
where for more than a month I do you miss.

Probably everything justifies remembering
something extraordinary great, a way of living,
together as a perfect fit, in moments bit by bit.
Maybe life ruled by destiny is a transitory thing

with moments of joy and true love here and there,
in a kind of life of which few people are really aware
as they do not find someone to connect with like this:
you are my greatest blessing when you are right here.

Somehow in times like on this very moment now
my mind, my heart does with your presence glow.
© Gert Strydom