Mine Inamorata, And Me - Poem by Willy Munyoki
She is beatiful and Anne is her name,
And our love deal has dressed little fame;
When we began is not long ago,
And nothing seems to go any low.
Smooth she is, tender, and ripe and ready,
With love she steeps me fast and steady;
Anne is the breath I know,
To comprehend mine, I vow!
We two move out on love-building errands,
Climbing down cliffs, basking on sands;
Splashing into ocean to earn a common shower,
Yearning together to be in every next hour.
And of me Anne has inner knowledge,
And I've cut through her like the sharpest edge;
What I and Anne to do ought,
Is a no less story than tie the knot.
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