My Stolen Heart Poem by ndeethe motekase

Deep in congestion of love,
Had been from thornylands, had believed I had half of my heart
and so not ever to be concidered in adorance.
Nevertheless shall it bring you whom I cry when memories fly, I recalled,
I was found by the only angel with whom to share my rejoice at the end of the day, never to abondon, never to mess on his bowhap as shaffling my best cards
The trustworthy lie in days of our love and cherrish, never will it end untill goD attains his mischieviouse harp on us, he stole my heart by the night,
By the day allocated my views in skills of love
By the year satisfied my stolen heart.w