The path through the wood
Was marked with logs
And led out of sight.
Everything pale, light,
Spectral,
As if walking into
A photographic negative.

How do I know when I meet someone,
That my exquisite journey has just begun,
That there’s no one on earth or under the sun,
Who makes me feel so complete.?

How do I test my intuition,
That has placed me in this extraordinarily great position,
That this is a match made in heaven, no war of attrition,
And this woman makes me feel replete?

How do I put one foot in front of another,
How do I suppress the urge to fuss or smother,
Because I know there is simply no other,
Who makes me feel so grand and upbeat?

How do I resist the need to feel,
That my world without her is sad and surreal,
That there’s just one more moment I’d gladly steal,
And run the risk of being indiscreet!

It’s with you I want to spend every day,
Showing you in every possible way,
That our love is large and it’s here to stay,
That in us, two halves of a whole simply meet.

Photo: Anna Kunst

The view from here
Is a long one,
And spectacular.
Of the river snaking out of sight,
And the trees tumbling down,
Crowding the water’s edge.
A lone spectator,
My only companion,
A good cup of coffee.

A lone fisherman,
In a slender channel of water,
Surrounded by a sea of pink.
Water lilies,
Pushing their tender blooms up,
To catch the sun

The way you move, the way you walk,
The way you sing, the way you talk,
There’s something about you I love.

The way you laugh, to fill your boots,
The way you blush to your very roots,
There’s something about you I love.

The way that you smile, with your mouth and your eyes,
The expression you make if you get a surprise,
There’s something about you I love.

Your humour, both gentle and mischievous too,
Your sadness when you have to bid a friend adieu,

There’s something about you I love.

Your beautiful eyes, a luminous green,
Your cooking at which you are undoubtedly queen,
There’s something about you I love.

You make me feel cherished, make me feel loved,
For your tenderness, kindness and all the above,
There’s something about you I love.

Photo: Anna Kunst

A boat, a windmill,
And clouds of crushed blackberry,
Against a fiery sky.
The world is awash with colour,
Reflected back in the waters
Of the canal.
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Changing the street lights,
In Kensington Row.
To brighten up dark nights,
With a welcoming glow.
A precarious position,
Requiring a good head for heights,
I’m a man on a mission,
Helping local suburbanites.
So stand back please ladies,
And give me some room,
I’m brightening Hades,
Relieving your gloom!

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An island in a Norwegian fjord,
On which we built a home we could afford,
A simple building with bags of charm,
Designed to seduce you, and yes, disarm.
Our safe haven, no matter where we roam,
Our slice of heaven, our gorgeous home.

The Masai Mara,
At sunset.
The clouds high in the sky,
Like crushed blackberries,
And a flush of fire across the plain.
A lone mopane tree,
Brave, against the landscape,
Seems to caress the sun as it sets.

The very lovely Inca Tern,
From Chile and Peru.
Maybe if you nested there,
You’d have a moustache too!