My Heart Beating

My thoughts were fluttering about without
purpose, sad little birds with nowhere to
perch, all the love and warmth I felt in my
heart before had gone

I did not have the strength of conviction left,
could not recall your voice, could not see
anything worthy of a dream, I was growing
cold inside – then you came

And spoke the words that mean everything
to me: Did I tell you how much I love you?
Your started my heart beating again, and
when you added

I would want to crush you in my arms today,
my feelings woke up and I became me again
the fear of not seeing you, leaving, shedding
the cloak of doubt

The fear that I was dead inside, lifting as I
came alive and new vigour filled my whole
being, you brought life back to me with the
only words that set me free

From fear of turning into stone –
I love you…

A Soft Voice Whispering

A soft voice whispering, is this, perchance,
my perfect love, could not help myself,
no other sigh than the sweetest whis-
pers ever heard on Planet Earth

Third thoughts asked, whose is this voice,
the sweetest dream ever known - did he
speak of love unique that brings about
unity, a vision to be my own

The inner dream, sacred love, dashing, hand-
some, his mind turned into a beam of light,
thoughts flowing like a stream of gold,
brilliant crystal soul expressing

Thoughts all new, feelings not known or told
before, describing beauty in the gentlest
tone, even softer than rose petal lips,
more adored than the sun himself

A human being elevated to celestial parts,
the beloved of the gods, honeyed words
flowing from his mouth, lovely il-
lusions created by his tongue

Stealthily entering a sweet oasis prepared
long ago for the perfect love - how could
I know a tiger’s sighs would reverberate
throughout the enclosure

And beautiful dreams would attract such a
spiritual being, entice such a spirit,
one whose soft sighs would lure me
to a new realm where reality

Would become perfect embodiment
of the inner spirit...

Beminde Teer

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Herfskoue wat met die lied
se ysig’ kloue aan my hart
kom vat, Pieter Pieterse se
liefdeslied, Bly jy by my,
beminde teer, dan blom in
my die somerbloeisels weer

In my land van die eike en
heldergroen lower waar elke
môre met sonnegoudtower van
die gouestroopson wat met
suiwer-strelende glans
my siel bekoor

Die goue son wat elke môre
nuwe hoop bring, ‘n heugelike
tyding, bron van hartsverblyding!
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Quilt Of Loving Words

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I’ll wrap you in a quilt of warm, loving words
make you realize how wonderful you are, do you
trust yourself enough to let me beam all you
feel back at you, will you allow me to
reflect the beauty of your soul

I cannot teach love of self, your gifts and
personality, I cannot tell you anything, you
have to see it for yourself, I hold a mirror
to your face, hope you have the grace to love
yourself so much, you will love me too

I’ll pack your heart in cotton wool, softer than
any words you’ve ever heard, I’ll sing you a
lullaby sweeter than angelic hosts, I’ll wrap
my love in new terms that will lift you from
the depths of grief in which you dwell

My love will fill your heart with light and lift you
high so you can fly without wings, my words will give
you strength to hold the love of your life even more
than before without needing her to live at all
you will become strong enough

To make it on your own, buoyed up by my love
as light and energy, a rhythmic melody which
I send to you…
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