Beautiful was the past weekend with you
Beautiful was the weekend
with you
and much to soon it rushed past,
like it is with all good things
There’s a fresh smell of life
that rises from the ground
after the good rain
and it’s as if I am standing
before one of God’s miracles.
Still more exceptional and wonderful
are the times that you lie against me
and I am caught in you depths
and feel your heart beating against me
and I feel life pulsing through me
and I am glad that you are woman
and the greatest thing of Gods creation
I experience in your love.
poem by Gert Strydom
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