For Vino 2 - Poem by Mishack Mchunu
But I am incomplete from you
And you are complete from me, bone of my bone.
Subtracted we make two
Devastation of mathematics; when added we make one.
Without you, my sorrow is as a dust cloud
It never bring me tears, my joy
Is that of a woman who just gave birth, proud
But never wears a smile of joy.
Oh, remember your place bone of my bone
Not behind to push me, not ahead to stop me
Not above to destroy me, not beneath to lift me to a throne,
But beside me: for you to stand by me, support and complete me.
And if you choose to fuse with me know that is permanent
Beauty and you are the ornament.
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