A Husband's Love Song Poem by Gert Strydom

My darling is happy to be with me
while she waits for a cup of tea
and in moments of silence we do enjoy
our togetherness as if it is made to be
while in honesty we chat without a ploy

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

There is a chilly nip in the air
and the back door's light falls on your blonde hair
when to the Renault Scenic together we walk
and you do smile as without a care
while of the things at your work we do talk

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

In the east the December summer sun is setting
the dogs yelp their goodbyes through the wire netting
and here and there is a cloud in the sky
while all of the day's troubles we are forgetting,
the canvas colours of the heaven is magic to the eye

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

You look lovely in your white evening dress,
smile more beautiful when I do my love to you profess
and looking at your burnished body brings me joy
as you are lovely and like a goddess totally matchless,
in your presence tonight I feel like a teenage boy

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

We do drive to the restaurant in Benoni in the early evening haze
while the backlights of the other cars do blaze
and just being with you is great fun
although the back-roads is to me like a maze,
we do suddenly arrive and people are jolly as if a party has begun

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

Above us hangs the bright blue-white evening star
while I give you a kiss in the intimate space of the car
and the car park is full of BMW's, Audi's' and four-by-fours,
while the restaurant looks inviting from afar
with some people laughing at the entrance doors

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

A friendly waiter does welcome us in,
and we talk of our friendship's origin
while I am scared of the ominous dancing that lies ahead
and a adventure with you on this night do begin
but that I do not know how to dance has never being said

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.


The night runs perfectly like a fantasy dream
where the silences tell more than they seem
while like it always does love does find a way
and with a kind of happiness you do beam
where we do visit till early into the next day

and I know that my darling is happy to be with me.

[Poet's note: It is high summer in December in the Southern Hemisphere of the earth.]