(to Minette)
There was a lovely maiden
whom I met, with sky-blue eyes
blonde hair and she could
take men's breath away
almost anywhere
but she slipped away
as if just part
of a summer breeze
and sometimes
it's as if she visits me
and somehow still
I am in her heart.
© Gert Strydom
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