No Rite, Enchantment Or Any Kind Of Quaint Spell (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

There is nothing in this world that can deface
the way that you in beauty do in this world excel
or even the expressions that do behold your face.
No rite, enchantment or any kind of quaint spell

will be able to in your happy heart to linger on,
no ill-omen will ever find a willing place there,
as never in this life our eternal love will be gone
as it is like the spring in its presence everywhere

and as sure as love does imbue poetry and all art
it does leave its mark from the aeons into posterity
and in this way our heartfelt feelings will not depart
while true and sincere in this life you are to me:

nothing in this life and in this world can ever impair
the way that we do for each other feel or way we care.

© Gert Strydom