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Ever Burning Love

Sunlight, Rose and Dew is your visage hue
Races are attracted: Stacked in queue
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Circumcised from birth envisage I'm bless,
Cursed to die so deep I can`t rely
But plan my life safe.
Never see day light again,
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I will never prod thee
But massage thoughts that relieve
Fondness from me to thee
Sure to leave impediment to the sea
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Born is thee from far South,
Words are weeds cut short but born,
Multitude on globe praise thee aloud,
Cause against long apartheid thee sworn,
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Ever Burning Love

Ever Burning Love

Sunlight, Rose and Dew is your visage hue
Races are attracted: Stacked in queue
But in all you pick me to view
Be embraced to the love for few
Daunt in the name of refusal from filles is me
Clad in chastity is the root, only sages see
Cupid's arrow from the sky hides the root,
Massaging unequal lips, a daily reboot
On a beach is an old lad; sips a bosom
That of a lover, love cue blossom
Born of love are triplets, blue moon taste
Ravaged all three, death, cause of waste


Alienation seen from West to South Africa
Bums galore, new taste of dames, rare replica
Loosed a chain, a marauding beast set ablaze
In me, new dames in South I graze
Ecstasy of new wine wane the old
Albeit, cull by West in manner, a story told
Grayed in hair is me, no nuptial seen in the old
Fear of death in midst of a baby's birth
The voice of a lad with no nuptial, no rebirth
The first South fille feel of love is a weather
Prone to sporadic change, unwanted whether
Honey-milk penchant, due to demeanor is murder


Bittersweet of Love is addiction; tike's walk lesson to win
Reincarnation of love in the South; Love bird is seen
Flew from the West to resume old pleasure
Old wine with different flavour in top measure
Elation in me spans from the reunion we gain
Mentally Never to mess with South dames again
Insanity labelled on me for reunion from parents I bleed
Tears are born daily on the bed we sleep
Resilience in the name of inseparability we manoeuvre
Seeds of alteration gives birth to precedence germinating order
The foe in the tale is a snake bite; an ethnic canker
The stick of modern Love kills snake in it we conquer

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Mariah Ali 28 December 2016

Nice poem....heavy use of imageries and metaphors..brilliant piece

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