After twenty years I will recognize you, <br />when you wait at the airport for me. <br />I will recognize your green-brown eyes, <br />your autumn hair <br />falling on your shoulders <br />and the way you draw your mouth, <br /> <br />even your perfume will welcome me, <br />the way that you throw your hair back <br />and it will be as if I am breathless. <br />For hours long I will look at you, <br />catching the sound of your voice <br />finding meaning out of small things. <br /> <br />Do I dare to tell you <br />how much I yearn for you?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recognition-19/
