To Me A Mere Man It Is Hard To Comprehend Poem by Gert Strydom

To me a mere man it is hard to comprehend
how she could be a fountain of tranquillity
in whose eyes the depths of love I can see
but at times to her will she wants me to bend

and do test me as if everything on this does depend,
as if I do not have my own ways and liberty
and yet she wants to be bound and also free,
yet with my life hers I do want to defend

although she is the same spirit still
that does become a raging instrument of war,
that in a mere moment wants to destroy
and yet temperate her will and skill
changes from what it was before
when in life she brings me the greatest joy.