My Heart Does No More Belong To Me (English Sestets) Poem by Gert Strydom

My heart does no more belong to me,
as in loving I have given it to you
where it grows in sweet tranquillity,
as tender well-cared plants often do.
My heart is like an iridescent shell
that is swept out to your feet with the swell

in the waters of the endless blue sea,
in which the sounds of joy is whispering
with the great magic as life ought to be
but still my heart stays a delicate thing
that at times you do call your very own,
while we experience joys somewhat unknown.

Proclaim your love as something eternal
while we wander under cobalt blue skies
opposing everything dark, infernal,
while happiness is reflected in your eyes
as you have come to live in my own life
as my angel, my lovely sweet wife.