Moments In Which Love Comes To Stature (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Vincent van der Westhuizen)

From being in love and love at first you wanted to know nothing
but with open arms you waited on me to come to you,
at the time forget about the amount of sugar in coffee and tea,
did cry when I left under the golden great moon.
For you love was finished an ichabod
where more than just friendship did come between us
and our conversations went to humanity and to God
where history did leave us both dumbstruck
until by yourself you realised that love is greater
than any words between us can express,
that it comes in public and also in secrecy,
that it can turn over plans and perceptions
where the nature of love wants more and more
and by itself it finds a place to exist.

[Reference: "Moment" by Vincent van der Westhuizen.]