Picture Wife Poem by Musa Gift Masombuka

My love, oh my love.
What's all with the whining?
I miss thee.
Oh beloved, why you back early at work?
You know I'm clumsy when you not around.
So you come all way from work for I?
Of course sweetheart, for thee I'd rather die.
Why you staring at me?
Oh do I have to answer thee?
Thy love and beauty is like open heaven.
Stop it and get back to work.

Oh beloved, shall I speak on this?
No, I came to say hello.
How about I get you a portrait of me?
Are you for real?
You will have my portrait whenever you miss me...
Yes, you're right.

See now, the portrait worked out.
Yes, my love.
Oh beloved why you back again early!
My heart, your picture flew away.
Oh...what now?
I don't know.
My love, I'll never die, go to work and you'll find me beautifully the same.
For your love, I rather retire.

Servants! ! Find me this picture wife!
I like her for the prince,
Her beauty is as fragile as glass.
We will... Your highness.
Who are you, who sent you here?
Come with us mam, prince's calling.
Oh God, my wife has disappeared,
Mam do you ever smile or talk?
Your highness, she is excruciated
I won't be married to a prince, I have a husband!
Oh that newspaper seller?
I unconditionally love him,
love ain't always money, fame and power but feelings.
Your highness... The newspaper seller is for you.
What will the beggar have to tell me?
Chief! My picture wife! Me overheard she is here.
Hmmm... Mam is smiling, is the outfit of the beggar she likes?
Yes... Your highness.

Newspapers! Be up to date about world's incidents!
Basturd! The picture wife fooled us all.
Oh love, me stressed.
Me neither talk nor smile.
Jubilant I found you,
I adore you sincere my picture wife.
Because we belong together.