Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana

Our Cute Tomato love, by Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana

A Love Song:
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In your uprightness
You stand before everything
With your love, you concurrence
Your brightness shines in all directions
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It's time for me to open my heart,
And express my deepest feelings.
You have an amazing smile,
Able to wake up in my heart,
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Just before the sunrise
When ponds wake up,
They ripple their surface
And push the pearly gray mist
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thy face art more beautiful as the ocean than the darling buds of may I am the author you're looking for.
Good dawning to thee, friend, I'm a good-handed gentleman, who likes nothing more than writing with the right woman.
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A book is a colonial animal
Reading a book is like a beacon,
Giving light to know the whole world,
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After the storm, I listen—
To the last whisper of rain spreading stories
Of why people walk and don't fly;
To the final game of lightning sticks
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When you look up to the sky
I'm standing right above your heads,
I am the one who give you light at night,
For I am the one who have power to provide light during the night.
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When you hear dirty story wash your ears.
When you see ugly stuff wash your eyes.
When you get
bad thoughts wash your mind and
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Face furrowed and wet with sweat,
Bags tied to their wasp waists
Women reapers bend mielie stalks
Break cobs in rustling sheathes
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Buso bushwace bushwalale kanye nem'juluko,
Tikhwama ekhalweni lwamanyovu
Bafati bagamule emahlanga
Bagamule tibhuluja etintini letivulekile
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This one's for you Lady....!

My love for you is like the most comely tomato,
Your face reminds me of gorgeous white birds,
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Dear....

I have a small confession.
Forgive this pouring of my heart.
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Merely maggots paint the town red upon
Seeing a tortured brute
Vultures whistle their trumpets
At the spectacle of an antelope's foot in the grave,
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Where you succeeds with cloudless brow,
In common and in holy course,
I fails, in spite of prayer and vow
And agonies of faith and force;
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When I behold the skies aloft
Passing the pageantry of dreams,
The cloud whose bosom, cygnet-soft,
A couch for nuptial I seems,
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The Rose of the World.
Lo, when the Lord made North and South
And sun and moon ordained, He,
Forthbringing each by word of mouth
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The destined maid; seine hidden hand
Unveils to me that loveliness
Which others cannot understand.
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Once more I met you close,
With joy half memory, half desire,
And breathed the sunny wind that rose
And blew the shadows o'er the Spire,
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