for Annelize, in answer to André Letoit)
To be with you again,
to read the expression in your eyes
somewhere in a dream house
and to prepare curry and rice in your kitchen,
to hold you in my embrace once more,
to trust you with every wish, longing and secret,
to walk with you in a lane of oak trees with shadows stretching long
and draw you into my arms,
make you more than just something and a human to me,
you are my dream-woman far past all other women
whose voice does eternally lie in the recordings of my heart,
the one that I yearn to have near to me
and I yearn to learn to know you again,
to scout the whole planet with you.
[Reference:"iets" (something)by André Letoit.]
© Gert Strydom
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