The Old Passionate Flames Burn In Me Again (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

((For Annelize, after Marija Najthefer Popov)

My intimate and loveliest memory
track all the way back and bring me to you;
now years later it's the things you do
that of your purest heart and soul tells me.

Still the beautiful star-filled eyes I see,
wherein sincerity and passion burns true,
still the unquenched fire that holds desire too,
in the woman I wanted my only wife to be.

In maturity I beg for more than just a chance,
for a opportunity to know your soul and mind,
to touch you in each way that a sweetheart can.
Your voice-notes do you as a woman enhance,
in your, in- and outside I do beauty find,
while old flames burn again in me as a man.

(Reference: 'The Flames Rise Up Again' by Marija Najthefer Popov.

Poet's note: I am quoting Marija's lovely poem here as it had been translated by Facenook:

'The Flames Rise Up Again' by Marija Najthefer Popov

'While the fire was burning inside me,
You were looking for the culprit,
The track led me to you,
I cunningly held you,
In fear that you first
Should not pour sand or water on me,
To be a murderer just in time,
And it was needed only as a candle between two fingers,
Turns me off between two palms,
Clinging to itself like red-hot steel,
And like a tattoo in my chest,
Like my thirsty mouth that can no longer find words,
Yet we understand,
Somewhere at this hotspot,
We still are un-served,
We are silent,
The flames rise up again,
To burn us with the touch of fiery union.')