Her Sonnet Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

I loved you without permission,
Oh how loving you was great.
I loved you with no omission
But it seems my love was too late.
I loved you with my honor,
With a love that's so fine.
Every hour by the hour,
And sure I will love you for all time.
But this love was brought to an abrupt halt,
Which threw my senses into a fit of violence.
My dear I place you not at fault,
But now my love must proceed in silence.
And if it were for better circumstance,
Maybe we could have given this love a chance.