MTHOKOZISI NTOKOZO MAPHUMULO

How Beutiful Is Ayanda! ! ! !

What a wonderful lady you are

Even the your body is angelic in construction

Leave and let leave you cannot see a lady Like Ayanda

Your skin is so smooth and shiny as if there is somebody who is always soothing it with oil

Your voice is sweet and sounds so romantic when you talk

Even if there is a stress around the place: it simple disappears when you come

This is because you have fires and glories of natural beauty

Ayanda my lovely bird

People just can’t tell you

They don’t know what to look for

They are always looking for money and not love of the beauty of nature

Don’t you know that when the nature decide to show off with it beauty it can do something crazy

Somebody be more lighter than the sun

Somebody has to be more colorful and shiny more than the whole total number of flowers combined

I don’t care if you smile or not

As long as you there I shall pick up the colours of rainbow in your face

I don’t need decorating objects

I need you because you are the source of all beauty

I don’t care if there is someone like you

She can never have a sweet and smooth face you have

She can never posses such natural charismatic features you are born with

Ayanda tell me the truth where is your recipe of your beauty

What the hell is going on with your ear-pod like lovely eyes

Why you make me fly without wings

Where are you taking us too

Congratulations

You are the sun, the moon and the stars

Perhaps you are even more than because the sun, moon and the stars can never touch me and arouse the tears of love

Not only just love but the love of the nature

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 18, 2009

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