Beauty Like Hers (Sonnet Corona) Poem by Gert Strydom

I

Beauty like hers has an unknown quality
as in a radiant mystery that is sublime
as for a while caught in time
even unto life’s finality

with a natural adaptability
as something past reason and rhyme
even apart from spring in its prime
and when she smiles at me it is in humility

and each day there is more glory than before
as if a spirit divine is in her heart
as if this sweetness can last forevermore
like in a masterpiece of art
can stretch even past this life’s shore
as if we will never part.

II

As if we will never part
she sometimes watches me
her sweet smile lights up my heart
and to her there’s an unknown quality.

Who and what is she
that so many young men
want to suit her, want to be in her company,
unlike most other women?

I wonder if she’s as kind as she is fair?
As beauty shines right through her,
and flaming hangs her auburn hair
but somehow I wonder if love is there?

She reminds me somewhat of spring,
she’s really startling.

III

She’s really startling
and the way that she looks at me
says that she might become my darling
and even although I want it to be

I know that love is blinding
but to me she looks like an angel as if holy,
I wonder if she wants something binding
have never seen her with any melancholy

her smile is rather ravishing
with a type of grace
and every movement is touching,
to her nothing is commonplace

with a fiery radiance, with an own true light,
her eyes are shining as the stars in the night.

IV

Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night
has some tranquillity and mellowness
and they sparkle bright,
with charm and consciousness

displaying character and sweetness her face
reminds me of serenity
as if its tenderness’ dwelling place
but she is filled with sheer dignity,

yet there’s sometimes a frown on her brow
and I wonder how she really feels inside
and who will ever know
as her grin is enchanting and wide,

dressed in the colour of the sky;
on the street I saw her passing by.

V

On the street I saw her passing by
as if with looks she was embracing,
and in her beautiful eye
was something enticing

that was reaching out to me
and flustered I let her go on her way,
let her go to stay free,
as if destiny will come knocking on another day

but at times in my mind I see her still
with her beguiling looks
as a uncanny thrill
like a bubbling brook, staying with tiny hooks

and never have anyone else been so pleasing,
in my mind so full of life and wit and teasing.

VI

In my mind so full of life and wit and teasing
she did not want to fade away
gave up the house that she was leasing
and she was suddenly gone one day.

She didn’t trot on un-trodden ways
but went on the high road
and left me behind for nights and days
even went abroad

while I found the other way round,
discovered the error of my way
and she had me perplexed, confound
while she was somewhere astray.

At the marsh the wind made some reeds shiver,
the streams entwined with the river.

VII

The streams entwined with the river
and the river flows into the sea
and rain is drawn forever
from the ocean by the sun’s plea

raining in fresh emotion, running into streams
and not being single
as in the sweetest dreams
all of these things mingle

and the earth, mountains and sky
find ways to caress,
finding each other like she and I
and in a way posses

an intimate bond in sweet tranquillity,
beauty like hers has an unknown quality.