These Have I Loved Poem by Gert Strydom

Hearing the doves
cooing from the sycamore tree
constantly as if they are in love
reminds me about your tender care

the blue hue of the sky above
in the middle of a sunny day
filled with birds of all kinds
flying around, much freer than me,
the sun looking down
like the huge eye of God

rain pattering down onto the ground,
streaming in little rivulets
down the window pane
full of cheer,
is the kind of experiences
that stays

but much more than any of these
are having you with me
as a companion, lover and friend.