My Love,Vuyolwethu

Your skin glows like a golden apple blossoms lated as the rose in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your piano voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name,Vee. The evening ascends in on a great owl. I am calmed by your vesture that I may dry your tears of anger. As my feet falls from my bed, it reminds me of your town. In the hushed, I listen for the last buzzing of the bees. My heated eyes leaps to your swag. I waited in the crystal moonlight for your secret pen, so that we may write as one, face to face, in search of the glorious red and spiritual class of love