To You Who Always Are In My Thoughts (English Sonnet) - Poem by Gert Strydom
If our sweet love could not be compared,
if it could not by anything be quenched,
to love you so then I tried, I dared
without expecting to be recompensed,
maybe at the start I was much to bold,
believing absurdly in sincerity
and I told you clearly what my heart hold
but now I need more than just charity
that with each other our intimate dealings
will be mature, be bound by the same spell,
that there will be magic in your feelings
not only kissing and wishing me well:
for far too many years you have been free.
If you honestly love me, then tell me.
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