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An Anniversay! My Love!
that i so became hungry for your love in vague,
a primitive old day that young so near to the heart,
serving resemblance to the long lonely distance of sea love,
and proximity being a song with tears in the chick from beady eyes,
needless i see the precedence over the sad heart yet,
cynical but selfish of the time it takes for a cygnet to find love, and i did,
but how pecular that a bird has no wings, ours is splendid silence,
oh! i hear though the words very eminent in an extravagant sound,
enough to keep my hopes high, though a wonderful understatement,
the giggling mind sweeps the smile, how dour of such love?
that so became a fairytale not to tell but click the doorbell,
a sleazy thought that i employ not in my firm of love.
i am left with an oganza because there is no cloth to present,
yet i present you my heart,
yet i present you my love,
yet i present you my loyalty,
yet i sing an anniversary holding hands with you,
and by my obligation, i ought to take you to haven with me and finish more decades!
poem
by
Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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