My Stupid Fingers Write Words To You Poem by Gert Strydom

My stupid fingers write words to you
as you do notice me while my whole world falls apart,
as there are something bright in your eyes
in which I find a great familiarity

that like a ray of sun throws light upon my life
and at times your smile wants to enchant me
when I catch your eye
as if a life-time is already between us

and then the whole world suddenly looks different
as if a big adventure lies before us.