So much more happy than before (Common Measure Octave)
So much more happy than before
with love you have made me,
as destiny had brought me loss
and you tranquillity,
forever you I do adore
and in your eyes I see
a lovely golden kind of gloss;
as true love has to be.
poem by Gert Strydom
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