Choene Alley Semenya Poems

This grave is not for me;
I am young, and ambitious still.
I am not ready to let go of my life
Not ready to be held in a memory
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My love for you, My Sweet, -
is but like a sonnet well dressed with words,
to embellish pretty much what is already beautiful.
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Her smile captures the sun;
My heart warms up when I lay eyes,
And when she speaks of love,
My soul brims with joy.
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She adores me
And I her, -

I am
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