(for Annelize)
Where you wander distant under the same sun
through your long hair blows the evening breeze
while in my heart you are the only loving one
and for you I would have sailed the seven seas
even if in a storm the small vessel did rock,
even if I did not know what was up ahead,
even if brutal waves on it did smash and knock,
even if the sails were ripped to only thread,
and to truly love someone is maybe very brave
but I am only a poet writing simple words down
where my life jerks up and down on destiny's wave,
in the tempest I still want you to be my very own
and maybe our story is like that of Heloise very old
but like a drowning person onto our love I do hold.
© Gert Strydom
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