My Only Dear Love Poem by Phiwokuhle Mpendulo Manana

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My Love

🌊 I know that life is difficult when making choices,but I have to tell you one truth✅,that, Over all these days I have grown quite fond of you.💫Like an approaching ship from the ocean's dept.🚢 Till now that I told you about my love that I have for you, inhlitiyo yami ayikutfoli kuphumula.😳 Ngiyakutsandza Sisipho. 💯💕 I tried to tell you previously,but I found difficult to get correct words. Now I know that I must tell you about my affection which I have for long. 💫

💜Ngiyakutsandza Mntfwanebantfu, the only truth I tell you is that I searched through and through but I found no one else except for you.👰 I really love you, Rathiya.

Ngiyacela Mntfwanebantfu, ungikhiphe ekulobuhlungu lengikubo, ungibeke endzaweni yenjabulo, ungibeke enhlitiyweni yakho. 🐲I promise all bad stories move away as a falling star. All good stories will rise rapidly like a comet.🌠

💚💗All my 💝love💝 to you,Sisipho.💗💚


🏇Mine is no horse with wings, to gain
The region of the spheral chime;
I do but drag a rumbling wain,
Cheer'd by the coupled bells of rhyme;
And if at Fame's bewitching note
My homely Pegasus pricks an ear,
The world's cart-collar hugs his throat,
And he's too wise to prance or rear.'


Thus ever answer'd Vaughan my love
Who, more than I desired my fame;
But, in my heart, I thoughts were rife
How for you sake to earn a name.
With bays poetic three times crown'd,
And other college honours won,
I, if I chose, might be renown'd,
I had but little doubt, you none;
And in a loftier phrase I talk'd
With you, upon
While through the fields we walk'd,
By the way.


Not careless of the gift of song,
Nor out of love with noble fame,
I, meditating much and long
What I should sing, how win a name,
Considering well what theme unsung,
What reason worth the cost of rhyme,
Remains to loose the poet's tongue
In these last days, the dregs of time,
Learn that to me, though born so late,
There does, beyond desert, befall
(May my great fortune make me great!)
The first of themes, sung last of all.
In green and undiscover'd ground,
Yet near where many others sing,
I have the very well-head found
Whence gushes the Pierian Spring.'


What is it, dear, The Life
Of Arthur, or Tristan's Fall? '
'Neither: your gentle self, my love,
And love, that grows from one to all.
And if I faithfully proclaim
Of these the exceeding worthiness,
Surely the sweetest wreath of Fame
Shall, to your hope, my brows caress;
And if, by virtue of my choice
Of this, the most heart-touching theme
That ever tuned a poet's voice,


I live, as I am bold to dream,
To be delight to many days,
And into silence only cease
When those are still, who shared their bays
With you and me around the coast. 👫
Imagine, Love, how learned men.
Beyond my purpose and my ken,
An ancient bard of simple mind.
You, Sweet, Mistress, and Muse,
Were you for mortal wench meant?
Your praises gives a hundred clues
To mythological intent!
And, severing thus the truth from trope,
In you the Commentators see
Outlines occult of abstract scope,
A future for philosophy!
Your arm's on mine! these are the meads
In which we pass our living days;
There Avon runs, now hid with reeds,
Now brightly brimming pebbly bays;
🎶🎤🎷🎶 Those are our songs to come🎶🎤🎷🎶.


With bells and bleatings of the sheep;
And there, in yonder Swatiland home,
We thrive on mortal food and shealter.
But I had grown distraught, because
The Muse's mood began to stir.
My purpose with performance crown'd,
I will be well-pleased, you rehearse
💞💟💓 When your love come round.💞💟💓


Oh bells of Easter morn

Oh solemn sounding bells,
Which fill the hollow cells
Of the green August air with a most sweet refrain,


💓Ye fill my heart with love.💗
For when, as from a thousand holy altar-fires, 🔥
A thousand resonant spires
Sent up the offering- the glad thanksgiving strain-
"The Lord is risen again! "
He went from us who shall return no more, no more!

I say the sad words o'er,
And they are mixed and blent with your triumphant psalm,
Like bitterness and balm,
We stood with him beside the black and silent river,


Cold, cold and soundless ever;
But there our feet were stayed- unloosed our clasping fond, And he has passed beyond.
And still that solemn hymn, like smoke of sacrifice,
Clomb the blue August skies,
And on our anguish placed its sacramental chrism,


🎆"Behold, the Lord is risen! "
Oh, bells of Easter morn! your mighty voices reach
A deeper depth than speech;
We heard, "Because He liveth they shall live with Him; "
This was our Easter hymn.
And while the slow vibrations swell, and sink, and cease,
They bring divinest peace,
For we commit our best beloved 💏 to the dust,
In sure and certain trust.


🌹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
In order of its dignity,


Did man from the crude clay express
By sequence, and, all else decreed,
He form'd the girl; nor might less
Than Sabbath such a work succeed.
And still with favour singled out,


Marr'd less than man by mortal fall,
Her disposition is devout,
Her countenance angelical;
The best things that the best believe
Are in her face so kindly writ


The faithless, seeing her, living
💜💛Only love💜💛💚
No idle thought her instinct shrouds,
But fancy chequers settled sense,
Like alteration of the clouds


On noonday's azure permanence;
Pure dignity, composure, ease
Declare affections nobly fix'd,
And impulse sprung from due degrees
Of sense and spirit sweetly mix'd.
Her modesty, her chiefest grace,


The cestus clasping Venus' side,
How potent to deject the face
Of him who would affront its pride!
Wrong dares not in her presence speak,
Nor spotted thought its taint disclose
Under the protest of a cheek
Out bragging Nature's boast the rose.


In mind and manners how discreet;
How artless in her very art;
How candid in discourse; how sweet
How simple and how circumspect;
How subtle and how fancy-free;
Though sacred to her love, how deck'd
With unexclusive courtesy;


How quick in talk to see from far
The way to vanquish or evade;
How able her persuasions are
To prove, her reasons to persuade;
How amiable and innocent
Her pleasure in her power to charm;
How humbly careful to attract.


Though the words with all the soul desires,
Speak the truths
That never tires.💞

MY ANGEL

😳 I asked God for a minute and he gave me a day. I asked God for a flower🌹 and he gave me a bouquet. I asked God for love💟 and he gave me that too. I asked God for an angel 💖👸💖 and he gave me you! 🌹👱🌹

You are my world, 🌍 gravity🌌 always pulls me towards you.🍥

They say you only fall in love once, but that can't be true... Every time I look at your photos, I fall🌠 in 💐💖love all over again💫.

💝💝💖💚💜💚💖ALL MY LOVE 💝💝💖💝💞💛💜💚💚