Then I Found You (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Life have made me careful of womankind,
to look for subtle ways that to them belong,
that quickens the heart and do stun the mind,
the delicate snares a man can fall among,

as they are dolled up (put on war-paint) ,
spray scent to charm as birds of paradise,
flirts about and looks like a holy saint,
cold as a killer do a man entice.

Then I found you: being to honour true,
who with great wit do quickly understand,
you bring joy with the little things you do,
are willing to helpfully lend a hand,

but now you act in rebellion of this,
with a marriage on hold, you I do miss.
© Gert Strydom