The Nature Of Love Poem by Gert Strydom

The nature of love sneaks up
like a soldier in the bush and veldt,
over small streams, through thickets,
past boulders, through dry riverbeds,
at speed through open spaces
to find cover from where it's exposed
while it does reconnoitre, cat-walk,
leopard crawl, snaking ever nearer
and when you do realise it
suddenly it's upon you
to alter the way that you are,
to bring happiness, joy and bliss
sometimes heartache and pain.

© Gert Strydom