(for Annelize)
When I hear your voice my heart does gallop,
it beats stormy as if it's something that I cannot stop
but how do you say with this how much you do want to love someone,
where like a child in my stomach and throat there is a knob,
where our love blows like a wild wind
as if it's searching for places that only it can find
where the disquiet, the storm and urge, of our youth does vanish
and you do make me lame; leave me like a boy in love shaking
where we do live very far from each other
there are times, months and years missing
(almost like Abelard and Heloise)
every point of contact does bear great meaning.
How I do long sometimes for your company,
that the things that do stand between us must change and disappear.
© Gert Strydom
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