In the Mist of Love
For my wife
In the mist of love
Time and Beauty age
but when passion galore
our love glows with rage
as we swore
incinerate any weed
which sprouts upon what we establish
with our deed
we cherish
The feelings we feel
the pain the laughter
even when we are dead we’ll still fulfill
this love complement each other
within this passion of love
Copyright © Itumeleng Cangua | Year Posted 2017
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