(for Annelize, in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)
My own words are sometimes stammering
where days and nights I do long for you
but I am at times scared of reality
and sometimes do have difficulty to sing love songs
but still I do want to bring you beautiful words
as if our lives are not set by destiny,
while I hear joy in the songs of the birds
and God is present in everything,
with the faith of a mere child I want to believe
and I am scared to loose you again
where I do know that you do love me too,
where time and again I do you find,
and I know that God do hear my prayers
where he brings you into my days.
[Reference:"Sonnet.Daarom is dit dat ek nie meer kan sing" (Sonnet. That is why I cannot sing anymore)by Elisabeth Eybers.]
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