You Remain Precious To Me Poem by Gert Strydom

I remember the gloss
that you put on your lips
and how soft and hot
they were against mine

and how you press kisses
on letters and cards
and I remember your brown green eyes
wherein I am lost

and the Estè Lauder perfume
that makes you smell like a flower
and how wonderful pretty
you look every day

and I remember how you loose
your bikini top in a wave
and the boy watching you big eyed
while I bring a towel to you.

and the haunted hill that we visited
and your car that went
in the wrong direction

and how we travelled
along the coast past Houtbay
when you were mine
and how sparkling you looked at me

and I know what it is to love
and I wish that we could still be together
and be able to look at you like then
and that we could embrace each other
to eternity
as you remain precious to me.