(for Annelize, after Elisabeth Eybers)
From childhood I do know how fragile
breakable and fine people sometimes are
but it does astonish me
also that something very evil
that does miss all humanity
do come from the flesh,
with my soul a own impression of Him
where the sharp-witted impact of my soul
is stripped of all kinds of fear
and I do turn my life around time after time.
Although love is endless with it I am stupid,
from you who I do love intensely so somewhat estranged
that you now again have to read in my poems of my feelings:
I do only stay flesh and blood cannot disguise my love to you.
[Reference "Oorsig" (Review)by Elisabeth Eybers.]
© Gert Strydom
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