My Words Keep On Wandering Poem by Gert Strydom

When I bring you a flower
from our garden,
then you do smile radiating like the sun,
while for moments
you are astounded by the beauty

and you do draw a picture for me
where you lie naked
stretched out in the sheets
and I wish that I could somehow
catch your beauty in a verse,

your hair that hangs in locks,
your smile that goes through all of my barricades
but my words are only wandering around
as if they have got nowhere to go.