Rites Of Love Poem by Gert Strydom

They loved each other,
more deep than emotions, mere words,
feelings, passion of care could go

with a appetite ripe for each other
as if trying to fill a hunger
that was unquenchable,

sharing moments, material things
as if knowing about a world,
a place that few really find
which reaches further than life

and they wanted to be completely
and forever part of each other,
but reality were part and parcel
of the equation called love

and there were destiny, which overrule life
governing with a steel grip,
which stripped them, from one another
into separate beings living and dead
and leaving him to live on instead,
robbing moments and turning them
into yesterdays.