Whenever We Walk (Decuain)

Whenever we walk you keep up with me,
while the sun glitters in your golden hair
and together we have tranquillity
while all of life seems great and very fair
as if something unseen is in the air
and it might be somehow in the fresh wind
or just part of our very own affair
or only something somewhere in my mind
but your true love stays with me constantly,
its essence works predominately.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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