This is the poem of thoughts:
to write in every joy of my beloved boy
to criticise and to fanticise
to give and to forgive
to be loved by my love
to miss the one that is being missed
to want to feel your loving touch!
There could only be one desire that sends a warmth to my heart:
To look into your eyes and tell you that I love you.
Ek het nooit 'n datum by hierdie gedig geplaas nie, ai tog. Nou sal ek nooit weet wanneer als begin het nie.
'n Soeke na betekenis waar daar dikwels geen antwoorde was nie.
Geen opmerkings nie:
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