The Waves Comes Rushing From The Sea Poem by Gert Strydom

The waves comes rushing from the sea
they brush against me
licking my toes, touching my feet
and there's something sweet
in the light sea breeze
that frizzles through my hair.

Washing in and out
the foam comes back and forth
where you stand
to me like Eve
but dressed in black a designer bikini
and the light in your eyes
is brighter than the clear blue sky
and the sun twinkles
on your teeth that shines more pure
than pearl

and some might call it love
if we could give expressions
to the feelings of that which are between us
and to me you are lovely
as if sent as an angelic being
to act out some of God's great mysteries
and while you smile at me
the hissing sea, the blue sky
and your presence
brings utter joy.