You name to me is something that is holy,
that I do carry safely in my heart
and I do find you when I do use it,
it's something that I do call out in our secrecy.
Your name has got real meaning to me
and it's sweet on my lips like custard
where it carries images of you
and constantly I do miss you and it.
You are mine at the beginning and at the end,
the one that does comprehend how I am,
the one in whom I do trust like a child.
I call and pray you back into my days,
even when months do pass us by,
I do know that time after time I will find you.
© Gert Strydom
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