Its A Typical Love Story Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

In the Garden,
A lovely windy day,
set with your eyes telling a story,
and as you looked at me
this heart of mine was gloomed to translation

Along the boundaries of the Park,
You set parallel to my soul
Your smile sang a bit of the same song
And as you hold me on my chest
The sound of my heart was gloomed to translation

Times went down
As love was spinning up
for every kiss i could feel
the vibrant behavoirs of my inner soul
And as you held-on, on my neck
The sound of my heart was glued to translation

I dare not blame the day,
but the night was so fair enough,
to steal away my attention and rob me of detention,
you realised i was having heavily heaven,
And as you cuddled along this cold winter on that night
No! Yes No!
As you put your head on my chest,
I knew i was loved

You see
As i saw your beautiful full eyes
Shining more than the rising sun,
and your lips waiting in suspense,
that i would open mine and kiss you likewise,
it was all in the golden morning,
that lead my heart to translation