(for Annelize)
Where it exists in the depth of the heart,
where daily it is of us a part
we know that love we cannot curtail,
that love does just grow and do prevail,
that love is a very strange kind of art,
that at a time by itself asks for more
where I do you truly sincerely adore
where with love I am not very smart,
where daily it is of us a part.
© Gert Strydom
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