Comments about Mwanangwa Zombe
Indeed where is fancy bred;
In the heart or in the head?
Let it so like swans take flight
To soar pure and white in sight.
For beauty, my knees have knelt.
For fain smiles, my soul does melt.
For more than beat, my heart felt.
With gazing fed and fancy dies
As my fortune in caskets rides
For desire and oath move by side.
As freshness of morning dew
And beauty of sunsets view
So arise a darkened hue
Though slendour still; desire untrue.