Through The Years You Hold Over Me A Power (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize, in answer to John Keats)

Three decades did away in our time of loving ebb,
in moments feeling like eternity flowed the sand,
in your beauty I am deeply enchanted in your web,
at a time I have even to the pulpit taken your hand.

I see some blessed stars shining for us in the sky,
remember distinctly your eyes, their colour and light,
even a rose's hue is not true in its remarkable dye,
to your face and with you my fancies take flight

and through the years you hold over me a power
where no rose can match your soft lovely sweet lips
where in vain with poems I do try you to shower,
there is nothing that your beauty and our love do eclipse

but you do remain only in my own remembering
that time and again do you back to me bring.

[Reference:"To a Lady seen for a few moments at Vauxhall" by John Keats.]

© Gert Strydom