When I look carefully at the things between us,
do not comprehend your behaviour and your words,
when you act as if I do not exist as your husband,
when you do not tell me the honest truth
I do wonder what you do want in life,
then despair changes into a thousand things,
when you do not care that our love is going to hell,
when nobody and nothing do disrepute those things,
then I know that you are hiding the truth,
or do not want to trust me with that which do annoy
(even when you do get no answers for it)
for one or other reason do take revenge on me,
where I still do regard you as my darling
and on your insistence do live away from you.
© Gert Strydom
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