Onlooker (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

The eye measures everything in colour and black and white
but do not see that which is deep in the heart,
where love gets an own kind of stature,
I do own the beautiful of you in memories,
you do remain constantly in my remembering,
as I do cling to the present and the past,
while destiny brings me back to reality
and I entrust our love and you to God,
where after years I look much deeper at you
and nothing of your humanity does escape me,
where deep in my heart I know about your love,
you still as an angel look pretty:
in a broken world I know who you are,
as only you do bring my life to meaning.
© Gert Strydom