Chris van der Westhuizen

Verskroei - my hart is grou,
vol hartseer en rou.
Ek’s totaal en al gebreek...
Hoe kan ek my wreek?

’n Donker graf van frustrasie -
ek wil uit die situasie.
Ek wil met jou praat,
maar jy's ’n outokraat.

Ek het jou vreeslik lief,
maar jy dink ek's ’n dief.
Jy wys - sonder verwyt -
ek steel jou kosbare tyd.

Ek vra nie al jou ure,
net ’n bietjie van jou tyd.
Want tyd is wat ons liefde bou,
dus vra ek nou vir jou:

Hoe kom ’n verhouding op dreef
as ons verby mekaar leef?
Hoe kan ’n verhouding bestaan
sonder ’n tydjie nou en dan saam?

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3de Jaar)

A Hard Time

Scorched - my heart feels gray and worn,
Heavy with grief, tattered and torn.
I’m shattered, lost within this pain,
How do I speak, or break the chain?

This grave of dark frustrations grows,
I long to speak, to let you know.
Each word I try is left unheard,
As if your rule forbids a word.

I love you more than words can say,
But you treat me like I steal your day.
You point, without a hint of grace,
As if my presence takes up space.

I don’t ask for every hour - 
Just time to let our love flower.
Time, the root from which love grows - 
So now I ask, and hope you know:

How can our bond be strong and true,
If I can't spend some time with you?
How can this bond ever remain,
Without some time, through joy and strain?

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '1996 (3rd Year - Translated from Afrikaans)