I want to read the depth of your soul and laughter in your eyes,
come in prayer to the church of your body
as I do love you deep and cordially and you do move me
and in my thoughts and in my heart we are always together.
Our house smells of the summer-sun and flowers that are blooming,
it smells like tangerines, oranges, apples, mangoes and cantaloupe,
you drive me crazy and you do leave me dumbstruck
and in this great place there is love between us.
You are a special person and also my mate and sincere wife,
one that do catch the world in paintings that do hang everywhere
and it's cosy and comfortable when we lie spooned and I have you in my arms
but where these words do just slightly catch something of love
you are the one of whom I dream when I sleep,
you are flesh of my flesh, my love, faith and hope.
© Gert Strydom
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