You are vivid and picture-perfect to me,
in your presence it's as if there is static in the air,
while I love you to the nth degree.
I smell the fragrance of your blonde hair,
in my mind is etched you slender curves,
in your presence it's as if there is static in the air
and you set me at ease and make me on my nerves,
with you my life runs full of adventure at the edge,
in my mind is etched you slender curves,
it's as if I am constantly walking on a narrow ledge
but to the depth of my heart I do you like,
with you my life runs full of adventure at the edge,
where we both do races through cars on my motorbike
and you do act with decisiveness and with poise
but to the depth of my heart I do you like
and to me your voice is a song and not mere noise.
You are vivid and picture-perfect to me
and you do act with decisiveness and with poise,
while I love you to the nth degree.
© Gert Strydom
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