That from each other we are apart is not my greatest grief
where still I do hold in high esteem and love you very dear,
that life does pass without you in it is of my sadness chief
and it's as if in life the way to you is never to me very clear,
where destiny intervenes and I not know what it's going to be,
our feelings are slowly but surely enhancing for each other
while I love you much more than before and you love me
and the way that my life is and some hardship does bother,
and in the loneliness and longing for you there is much pain,
where loosing a career has a cost but then this is not really loss,
where God do open other ways in life for me where I do gain,
but still it does hinder me like a vicious and cruel kind of cross:
that we are apart and that you are for me the right one
and in all of this sincerely I come to you and do love you alone.
© Gert Strydom
Love at a distance, a cruel kind of love.... I enjoyed reading your love poem, though sad. Hoping for a happier ending!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know that feeling. Painful hope of solitude. Strange, but in the city where you live, I had that same love. Today she is only a memory.