Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 27,010 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Heart Of A Human Is A Strange Thing - Poem by Gert Strydom

The heart of a human is a strange thing,
it's a place that words and deeds do penetrate
or to some only a pumping station for blood
but still love can let it sing without words

and now I wonder what to do with you?
Will I be able to disappear into your depths?
Will I eternally anchor to who and what you are?
Will I trust you to keep all of my secrets?

That something deeper is present than any words can say
is constantly clear to me when your hand lies in mine
and if this thing is love that binds me to you
then I would never want it any different.

and to laugh and cry with you,
to hide against the rough world at your side
seems to me like how things should be
when we love each in innocence without fear.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

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