Abelard Cries While He Is Writing Poem by Gert Strydom

Abelard Cries While He Is Writing



Far too long the time has been
and although I am looking
all of the time in my thoughts at you,
your image over time is fading,
like a very old painting
and in my thoughts there is disintegration.

The pain cuts right through me
and I must confess
that all of the time I am yearning for you,
even if I can only see you for moments,
I yearn to have you with me
and to hold onto you as my lawful wife.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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