When Our Love Is True (Sonnet Corona)
I
When all things of our love are really true
like it was on every yesterday,
and nothing at all can make it decay,
when the special thing between me and you
do not pass us by as other things do
and on every sunny day by day
we do live, cry, laugh and sometimes play
and by tomorrow you feel this way too
and still love me then just as tenderly
then I am blessed have joys in excess
when you fill me, even when I lie prone,
your loving is more then I can express
and become part, in what I want to be
in a lower hue, a much simpler tone.
II
In a lower hue, a much simpler tone
where we bring smiles to each other’s faces,
this is how we make our love our own,
where we can walk to some different places
and always as allies walk hand in hand
turning defeat to the enemy’s retreat,
making this great earth our own piece of land
as true compatriots on the busy street.
Where at times some similar thoughts and speech
comes to hand without having to compare,
without having to split as each to each,
being one in everything that we share:
you are grounded in me like a new root,
my heart is like a growing, rising shoot.
III
My heart is like a growing, rising shoot
whose tiny boughs grow true and somewhat free,
my heart is like a spreading tiny taproot
that anchors you very deeply to me.
My heart is like a small burning cheroot
that always brings you some sweet tranquillity,
my heart is like a yellow ripened fruit
on your beloved type of small tree.
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poem by Gert Strydom
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