Humble man I be, so in love
I am but a humble man, plain as is......
This thing called love makes me to be
...master crafts man to craft rare and precious jewels for your breast an’ear
...fighter to win the cup and belt golden to put on your mantle shelve
...guardian of the innocent, the wild, you- and yours as you walk-the-talk and sleep
...composer and poet articulating wondrous prose and rhymed lyric
...engineer, archtecht and builder to make us a plain, humble and warm home
...your doctor to heal and inspire you and take away your tears over all the eons
...naive and an innocent wondering at the paradoxical marvel of love
...love being so enigmatic for as I rejoice I weep
...finding peace and quite mind in my joissance
For in all this I realize how little I know and small I am and simple my love
For in all this I remain just a man, who love you dearly
Jefdouptajan2012
poem by Johan Fourie
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