(in answer to William Shakespeare)
I do not have a lion's claws, the teeth from a tiger's jaws,
or a phoenix's blood or a feather form the harpy brood,
to for you stop nature by its distinct reigning set of laws,
while we do live a life that in a way is truthful and good
or an antique pen, or a heinous crime to halt the ticking of time,
or a Siren's pure tears that turns hope and faith from all fears
to make a spell, a ritual, a incantation or formulary of this rhyme
and nothing but this simple verse to shelter you against the years
where loving you feels in essence like sin and losing while we win,
how have we to each other been fitted, what errs have we committed
but still in my flesh, my heart, spirit and soul you do dwell within
and in this life where we are no person has our essence outwitted,
where to each other we do in sincerity still day after day stay true,
where against the forces of destiny I do with all in me love you.
[Reference:"Sonnet 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears" by William Shakespeare.]
© Gert Strydom
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