Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

When I saw you, the world felt untouched


When I saw you, the world felt untouched,
as if you were the first woman
and to you I wanted to give my whole life
wanted to bring a new meaning to yours

while I am astounded by you
and without you
everything precious is missing,
and without you I feel totally lost.

You tell me about your dreams,
about the wild flowers
that only bloom in the hills
while I am falling deeper in love with you

and we suddenly drive high up into a mountain pass
where it's an experience
to together find a wild orchid,
in a place untouched by man.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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