I am at war and yet, no fighting has begun:
I have no fear, from me this war did not arise
but when you look at me your gaze is full of ice;
at a time in your eyes was nothing but the sun.

At times we were happy had a lot of fun
and your attitude, your gaze is a big surprise
as if sheer betrayal, is in your soul, in your eyes,
as if something terrible had made you run.

Your gaze makes your feelings altogether plain
but life is not that simple; you left me for another
and now you long to love him; to meet him rather
while you laugh, is somewhat thrilled with my pain.

I wished to have feelings that transcends life,
as at a time you were very dear and my wife.

Gert Strydom

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