Dearest One

Dearest one when all things are said,
when the last of life have left me,
then you will have only a memory
and I will be gone and you alone in your bed.

So act now in tranquil tenderness,
kiss me tonight in sweet bliss
and then when death comes in its harshness,
remember that love and life can be like this.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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