An African Rose-Love Poem

When I stood my face, to steal a glance You stood your face, to steal a glance When I caught the thief, catching a thief You arrested me, I chained you The sun had just dropped, I had not eaten My mother's full pot, but yawns and yawning Turning myself eye popped, my skin bed cold Through the black dark, cockroaches looked afraid As the sun showered her face, I washed mine I went into the Kraal, took my Masai and Simba No time to eat gruel, to the gold field to mine Again I saw you, how to let you mine As you climbed to fetch, I said ouch! As acacia thorns bit your knee, I said ouch! Ooh, my African Rose, you kill minus swords The gap in your mouth grains, way for laughter The river in your creamery coopers, full of mills The hill that follows you, whenever you move The fibers above your height, not human fossils