Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Love Is [2]


Love is much more
than being together in bed,
much more than the solace
which two bodies, two souls find
in a accomplished intimate act
and I could have told you
how deep its intensity, its principles go
but when you are sleeping on my chest
the whole wide world is at rest
and maybe then love is at its best
while I am truly blessed.

Submitted: Friday, May 02, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 02, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/2/2014 12:37:00 PM)

    I love this beautiful piece! Reminds me of my poem Love Without Sex. I don't usually do this, but I ask you to please give it a read. I think you will see the similarities in sentiment! (Report) Reply

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