In All Things That Are Lovely (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after N. P. van Wyk Louw)

In all things that are lovely
that is noble and pure
my words did disappear
as if they do have no meaning.

In each type of flower,
even the sun arising
I could find no match
and I were almost dumb

as nowhere I could find something
to bind to your beauty
and in all of my verses and words
I am still to much blinded

but still I know that you are the one
over whom I do laugh and cry.

[Reference: "By alle skone dinge" (By all beautiful things) by N. P. van Wyk Louw.]