Like in summer and spring
Nowhere there’s a place
where I can describe,
what joy you bring me
with every passing day.
As the sun kisses the morning
and the stars caress the night,
and the moon dances
over a sky filled with clouds
you are the one really good thing,
that this life has brought me.
When life tosses its darkest winter
and blizzards filled with disaster blow,
your love stays unwavering
like in summer and spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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