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           I love
You call me a fool
You tease me of not being your type
I do this not because am cool
But I understand love better than my sight.
Smiles of heart beat on my chicks
Only there for signaling my real love,
In return, you show me your foolish tricks 
I save, just because I love.

Chaos here and there, for your justification
Indeed you know me not, for this is my last note.
To let heavens out of my cell is my perfection,
Now i let you go, that’s my concrete thought.
When time is right, you will grieve my love 
So will I embrace my new queen with caress touches
But sorry, I will not be there to save.
All you will get in return is double punches.
                                               By Smart Grey Magwaya

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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