When in the sheets you do lie here close against me,
then you are my own spring-bride that do drive the winter away,
who says lovely things of a woman to a man,
where moments are too holy and pure to write down.
Spring-woman, you are the own that brings the sunshine back,
the one that germinates my seed at the right time,
the one of whom the birds do sing at the end of winter,
and the moments with you are serene and very intimate
as if all of my life becomes alive with you again,
where every flower and fruit-tree suddenly is flowering
and like this are all of our days sunny, beautiful, open and free
with love falling like rain of which the rivers do overflow
and you make my time lovely full of love and hope,
when you wander with me through the days of my life.
© Gert Strydom
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