My heart

My heart is like a forest in spring
and everywhere fragrant trees fill me,
birds from morning to noon sing
while I know your loving.

My heart is like a brook
bubbling with endless water
cool and pure
and blessed by nature

with deer visiting me unexpected
and little insects reflected
on the mirror of my ways
while you are near to me.

My heart is like a aged book
where sweet memories hide
on every page where you look
while you abide with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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