Mel Marakalala Poet Dramatic Verse

Mine

Love,
Done.

Pain,
Absorbed.

Secrets
Revealed.

Dresses
Made and wore.

Our backs
Are scratched by each other,
Right lover?

No woman touches you, baby, but me.
No woman comes near,
Do you hear?

I am dying from your love.
So, I own you, understand?

We are both mad,
Stranded on an Island,
Were you aware?

I do hope you can stand here, by me,
And confirm "I am yours."
Because you ARE mine

To love and to hold,
Even after death,
To love and to hold,
Beyond what they call Earth.

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Beata Agustin February 13, 2025 at 6:56 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.