Good morning
my sweetheart,
I've made you some coffee
(let it melt your icy heart) .
It's seven on the hour.
Before you speak,
here's a flower
(Let it mask your morning breath,
Which fills the rooms' length and breath)
Oh it's so lovely
to see you smile!
(Lord knows
it's been a while):
I'd almost forgotten
your chronic shaded tooth,
(Never knowing
lies from the truth)
Now now just sit back
and enjoy your breakfast
(Every meal
should be our last) .
More coffee, dear?
(Let it melt
your heart of stone,
And let us learn
to live alone) .
wow, nkululeko! this very sweet; a pleasure to read. keep treating so- lungelo: -
Mornings treat with a kind gesture and advice… The coffee and flowers will unfold the truth soon…. the lines are quite witty and the rhyming is impressive, enjoyed reading it. Abha
Interesting poem... it made me smile. To make this piece even better check your word spelling. Keep writing. Keep writing. You will grow and improve surely as a poet, Nkululeko.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two delicious poems, one with a public face. Your impish humour shines. Rgds, Ivan