First Rendezvous (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Fanie Olivier)

My old blue motorbike roars up the hill
when I bring my heart and a pumpkin as presents,
where I am driving to you and have to stop at a traffic light.
My heart sings to you, princess, songs of praise,
the sun burns down and it's lovely summer weather,
I pass a farm and Impala Platinum,
the blue iron horse cuts through the traffic
and you, princess, are far past wonderful to me,
the summer-wind sings and buzzes and everything is touched by the sun,
while my heart, soul and spirit races with the motorbike
and the revolutions of the Honda CZ900F climb when it roars
where I, princess, also do arrive with Turkish Delight.
In my backpack is a poem that you say is a love poem
in which I tell you that I have been missing you my whole life.

[Reference: "eerste aand" (first evening)by Fanie Olivier.]