You were past cute

Our feet were in
green moss filled water,
the wind was in our hair
and the white-hot sun
hang in the blue sky.

We sat in the shade of crying willow tree
and had a picnic next to the river
and ate delicacies and drank some cool drink.

You were past cute with your straw hat
under which your lips looked alluring soft red
and I saw heaven in your golden eyes
and we were in love.

For moments we were caught
in the wonder of nature,
time flew and minutes hastened
becoming hours.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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