When My Darling Comes To Me Poem by Gert Strydom

When My Darling Comes To Me



When my darling comes to me
in the street jacarandas are flowering
and I can smell jasmine and gardenia on the wind,
when with her body for moments see astounds me,

and red candles burn romantically in the window,
a table is laid out with snacks and champagne,
while se covers my face with kisses
with the glance in here eyes gleaming.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: jasmine
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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