Chris van der Westhuizen

Jy is die goudstrale
in die oggendson;
die ploegreuk op die lande.

Jy is die titseltjie kaneel
in my appelpasty;
die mintgeur in sjokolade.

Jy is die sprankel
in my vonkelwyn;
die heuning in my melk.

Jy is die melodie
in my simfonie-orkes;
die deuntjie in my kop.

Jy is my Suiderkruis
in die hemelruim;
die droom in my slaap.

Jy is die gelukkige gedagte
wat altyd warm in my brand;
die lekkerste nasmaak.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '2005

My Viola

You are the golden rays
in the morning sun;
the scent of ploughed fields in the air.

You are the dash of cinnamon
in my apple pie;
the mint in my chocolate treat.

You are the sparkle
in my glass of wine;
the honey in my milk so sweet.

You are the melody
in my symphony’s swell;
the tune that plays in my mind.

You are my Southern Cross
in the vast night sky;
the dream that fills my sleep.

You are the happy thought
that always burns warm in me;
the sweetest aftertaste I know.

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '2005 (Translated from Afrikaans)