The sun rises above the hills crest,
As does the joy of my heart;
Rays of warmth and love,
From her I will never depart.
Fresh dew upon the grass,
Young birds chips in their nests;
I watch her gently sleep,
My love to her I silently profess.
RT enjoy the stillness and calm,
Watching as to smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace,
Like that of a slow flowing stream.
My heart and soul flows with love,
And I smile as I quietly reflect;
I have been handed a sweet princess,
A sweet princess to love and protect.
A vow to myself I make,
As she quietly sleeps away;
To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... Until my last day.
Poem by: Zinhle Mlotshwa
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