When First We Faced Poem by Gert Strydom

When at first we met your face glowed
with much more than only excited gratitude
and maybe the first signs of love showed
in the way you acted in your sweet attitude

but when you talked to me on that moonlit night
it was somewhat strange but totally different
in the yellow glare of a car's bright headlight
but the decades of separate lives spent

was present as well as what we had lost
but yet there was a rare kind of intimacy
that comes without any kind of cost
while in the depths of your inch-opened eyes I did see

other loves, the hunger and hardship of a widowed wife
while with neat little steps you walked right into my life.