More Pretty Than A Flower - Poem by Gert Strydom
More pretty than a flower you are to me,
when in the morning you pass in the road,
when you hair shines, when I get a smile.
More pretty than a flower,
you turn me around your little finger,
I cannot avoid my feelings for you,
when your humanity and grace astounds me,
when I suddenly start to fall in love,
like a school boy I feel somewhat stupid
when I look at you, when I admire you and you are
more pretty than a flower.
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