Choene Alley Semenya Poet Italian Sonnet

From the Unrequited Love

I’ll be there when you succumb to my love: to gloat; to see you weep;
I’ll catch your tears on the flow,
Yes, I’ll wipe off your cheeks below.
I’ll be with you and you’ll not have to see me limp or leap or creep.
I’ll be waiting for you to touch me; to smile: perchance to pout your lips and sigh –
I’ll hold your back if you fall,
Yes, I’ll lean you against the wall.
I’ll be very quick to steal your kiss and yet screamingly sharpish to hold you nigh.
I’ll be there to soothe you, I’ll even buy you a red rose;
I’ll harken to your heartbeat,
Yes, I’ll bring you elsething to eat .
I’ll be awaiting you to blush when I peruse you prose;
I’ll watch you relinquish and say: ‘Oh, you’ve won!’
Yes, I’ll hear you admit you love me, and that we’re on.

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