You are my big eyed woman

You are my big eyed woman, my girl,
in whose heart I find true love
and even if destiny sometimes shakes me,
even if the wild stormy wind blows

and even when life wants to devour my humanity
and even if I become blind in my old age
I still find the warmth of your caress,
and continually I am loved by you.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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