So Much More Happy Than Before (Common Measure Octave) - Poem by Gert Strydom
So much more happy than before
with love you have made me,
as destiny had brought me loss
and you tranquillity,
forever you I do adore
and in your eyes I see
a lovely golden kind of gloss;
as true love has to be.
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