(for Annelize)
To me you do remain a mystery
and yet the perfect woman to me,
the one I understand and do not,
in whose eyes I do myself see,
the one whom to touch I do long
whose name to me is like a song,
in touching it does ask for more
and this love cannot be wrong
as though decades you do remain
as the one that brings joy and pain
as the one whom I do always love
and in my mind your image I do retain
to drown in you in my mind, body and soul
as you do complete me and make me whole.
© Gert Strydom
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