Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 25,761 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

When You Visited Me - Poem by Gert Strydom

My world was dull
like a black and white film
made by a third rate producer,

but it was like a scene
from a movie
made by Steven Spielberg
when you came to visit me.

Never were you more beautiful
than last night
when I saw you again.

Happiness shone in your eyes
which sparkled
like rare golden citrine
brighter than at any time
and your whole face was aflame,

your auburn hair
were touched by the sun
glittering in every strand
even in the sieving rain

and the dogs cried out
from happiness
trying to cuddle you
in their own simple way.

Your perfume went to my head
and your lips glowed and tasted sweet
in a crimson way
and your embrace made me sway
as if walking on a cloud

and the movie was better than great,
but it was real life
and the genuine characters in it
were you and I.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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