Love Is A Bitter Thing Poem by Gert Strydom

Love Is A Bitter Thing



Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.

Too many beautiful things
still lies too spring fresh,
between you and me
for love to end by itself.

I do not know what to do
to stop love from disappearing somewhere
between yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Every time that you are with me
I know that things between us,
are still sparkling alive.

The things between the lines in each conversation,
your body language and your fingers that draw lines
through my hair,
betrays what lies hidden deep in your heart.

It does not make sense that you want it dead
and your words say that it is past,
but still you want to be with me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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