It's Strange (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

It's strange that you do lay streched out next to me
where moments ago together we were just one,
where like a fountain that bubbles you keep saying things
where together we do fit into eternity,
but right here you are less than the cosmos
and the earth and city are gone from us
where you are special and do bring meaning to me.
Maybe there is more that we do attach to moments
when in love you and I do bond with each other,
as if past the stars we do reach further,
maybe there is more than a person searches to find
when a person ask questions as words in a conversation
and you are ravishing and lovely when I look at you
where I keep remembering our being together.