Sonnets To Someone Special Poem by Gert Strydom

Sonnets To Someone Special



I. There was a time

In the past there was a time
when magic was everywhere around me
and the loving between us
seemed so strong
as if it could outlast
even life itself
making moments sublime

and through the years
I have loved other girls
but never as deep as then
and no relationship was as enchanting
as with you

and no woman was as smitten with me
as when we were young at university.


II. At that time we were in spring


At that time we were in spring
and I heard every bird
that we met sing
of the beautiful summer
as if it had already begin

and summer days were bright
up to eight in the evening
and every night
was almost unbearably romantic

and joy danced in your eyes,
your lips gleamed
in the candle light
of that special restaurant
and I knew that you really loved me.


III. I picked bunches of red roses


I picked bunches of red roses,
roses of any colour
that I could find,
wrote stacks of letters
and gave cards of affection by the hundred

and you blushed at the first kiss
which was really special to me
and there was a new energy
in every embrace

and the stars twinkled
and the light
from the lamppost faded yellow
and somehow you caught the sun
in your smile.


IV. Our hands were joined

Our hands were joined
as if seeking each others
by themselves
and just walking with you
and talking to you, was really special

and it was if I already knew you
and a lot like déjà vu
but the spark between us
was fresh and new

and even one glance
from your opal eyes
with ever changing colours
brought joy, enchantment, excitement
and fire to my soul.


V. You have always been really pretty

You have always been
really pretty
but now many years later
you are lovelier
than I remember

as if maturity
has brought greater beauty
and character, experience and wisdom
have edged into your soul

and when we meet
I experience the same magic,
but now that flame is raging
as if for years I were sleeping
and destiny is bringing you back to me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lady Grace 28 June 2010

there was a time where everything is quiet in between you and me in the place where we both stayed... that time was supposedly full of noise for expectators and visitors overcrowded room, filled nonempty that was the time where you and i met... ur poem is nice, it is effective..the proof is, i was carried by it...so nice...glad i saw you here gert...

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Gert Strydom

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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