For the one that I love
It’s your voice
that I hear in the evening-wind,
you become reality in my dreams,
bringing ecstasy to my soul and body
and you know me throughout,
even in the dark places
that I keep secret
there are times when I find you there
when you sometimes sneak past reason
into my blood, my genes and thoughts
becoming the source of all my longing,
with your smile, your voice, falling on me as sunshine
and there is meaning that I find with you,
something magical that binds us together.
poem by Gert Strydom
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