You are more pretty than beautiful to me,
starlight sparkle within your golden eyes,
in them the depth of your heart daily lies
and I do want to love you past all eternity
but sometimes in them sadness I do see,
something hidden in your sleeping cries.
A brilliant smile await me when you rise,
it's as if you know how the day's going to be.
A holy image lingers on your sweet lovely face
as if God is momentarily present in your heart,
that selfless kind of love in your life I do trace,
we do together pray as we do the morning start,
to you there is an unknown kind of lasting grace:
your lingering kindness set you from others apart.
© Gert Strydom
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