When You Are With Me Poem by Gert Strydom

When you are with me,
time has no capacity to schedule us.
When kisses fall like rain,
there is no pain, no sorrow
and only joy
with no way to time it.

Even in this winter of my despair
where age is catching up with me,
where life bangs me down to the ground,
nothing of this world is around
when your eyes form new worlds
which I in their beauty see.

The blowing leaves, the icy breeze
all passes me, while the summer of your smile
falls with life on my heart.