The Perfect Woman Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Maybe I will have to wait through aeons
I thought on a morning
to find you, to find the perfect girl
whose feelings reach out to me
softer than the fluttering of any butterfly,
whose husky voice has an own loveliness
and at times you do dwell in my dreams
walk at times covered in a white cloak
with slender feet.

One night suddenly you appeared
in another kind of dream
looked straight at me through your veil,
your countenance had pure perfection
a kind of naughty innocence
but it was a sheer mystery
but there was something,
something very well known
but I could not place you.

I have heard your sweet laughter
falling softly as snow
but covering me in a kind of warmth
that delights, that at times are amusing
at other times brings sheer tranquillity
and if you are human or something of the divine
I do not really know
only that your beauty is beyond beautiful
but your perfume "red door"
I should have recognized
but could not place you.

Time after time I had the same dream
but on a night it was different
when you did lift your veil
and I did recognize you and was joyous
as you were my first darling,
the first woman whom I had loved,
the one that I do not get out of my heart
as to you there remains a kind of longing.

and without you I am always lost,
in reality
to me you remain a mystery,
a lovely being,
the one that is truly meant for me
to whom I do long through decades.

© Gert Strydom