MY FLOWER, MY LOVE
Who am I ?
To own the most beautiful creature
Who am I ?
To have an angel as a friend
Who am I ?
To be called your friend.
Pure tree of roses
The only one in a desert
Where there is no hope
Hope of living
But its beauty that
Holds it firm in the sand.
Loves comes slowly
When you go so fast
But ours,
Comes fast
When you go slow.
Dear one,
Listen not,
To the voices of the haters
When they say
‘’olowooza watuuka’’
Because we are not yet there
But we are yet to be there.
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