You are very pretty
and the sun rising over the horizon
loves you,
while his red rays folds open.

The irises of which the colours are purple blue
and kingly on green stems
likes you and flowers perfectly,
to try and copy you.

Wild birds living in the trees
in the street
eat seed that you leave
and they realize that you are wondrously beautiful.

When the postman passes
he looks at the paintings on the outside wall
and thinks that if this is what comes
from your hand,
you really must be lovely.

The small white lapdog
looks admiring at you
as if you are a goddess
and knows were your splendour lies.

l’Envoi
Your auburn hair cherish
your pretty face, which is more beautiful
than a statue chiselled from white marble
and there’s light
in your golden eyes
which witnesses deep beauty.

You are beautiful,
and only you do not realize it.

Gert Strydom

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