Come to me
Come to me
in summer, autumn, winter
and spring
with the love that you bring.
Come to me whether
the weather is clear,
or a thunderstorm is near
and bless me with your caresses.
Come to me
whether I live or die,
whether here
or beyond the sky.
Let us always be together
and come to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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