Maybe (4)(Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Maybe far too long I have waited
for the time to come to meet you again,
to walk with you in the sieving winter rain,
to with you live a life of love and are elated

about just being with you and small happy things,
to forget all of the heartache and pain,
with you in my arms to remain,
and together to live through happy tidings.

With us there is no end to love, it lingers
but maybe it's just another act
on the stage of life,
that is trying to slip through my fingers
but through the years tries
to remain intact
while nights and days dies

© Gert Strydom