My Peggy Mitchell (Chant Royal)
Her smile seems so serene and sweet as if it’s everlasting
while she is still basking in rays of sunshine
although storm clouds are gathering,
and her beauty is something of the divine
and almost careless
our loving comes in swiftness
while she is drawing attention,
telling me things that no other woman will even mention
but she has an own dignity
are spirited to my apprehension
and from all cares she seems free.
In her humanity there is something
that does not meet the eye, something sublimely fine
and far too easily she makes my heart sing
when every smile of hers is mine
and I see a kind of kindness
shining through her loveliness
a kind of deep emotion
bringing a deepness to every affection,
it is far more than beauty that I see
in her solitary devotion
and from all cares she seems free.
Her joy is far greater than that of spring
and on her face every lovely line
is aflame when passion is rising
and it seems that to her spirit there is no decline
for she’s a summer girl without any meekness
and it seems that her glance does truly bless
but of this she does not have the slightest notion
while her looks at times causes a small commotion,
her laughter and joy is not full of glee
and I write this to a girl that loved me as a salutation
and from all cares she seems free.
Sometimes she dresses somewhat daring
and with her I want to dine,
when from all troubles she makes me uncaring
with burning candles and sparkling glasses of red wine
but to her sometimes our loving turns into nothingness
in pain she is tormenting me even when we are in bliss,
sometimes she is truly unruly at the slightest instigation,
with her words finding accusation after accusation
and I wonder if her loving is just charity,
if she has a unruly disposition
and from all cares she seems free.
She once carried my ring
and that happiness I cannot define
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poem by Gert Strydom
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