Now you are still deeply loved by me.
I am afraid when you read these words
it will be far too late for reconciliation
and I might be too blinded when you do err.
Are others more important to you as a friend or child?
I thought we do share the same kind of spirit
but you do act hardheaded and bashful
and I think that now you are hostile to me.
You are careless as your actions bring pain,
where nothing can heal these wounds
and I am scared of loosing you totally,
when my words blow away like dust in the wind.
© Gert Strydom
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