Your Love Poem by Maselo George

Of course i have fallen,
My desires hardly swollen,
Coz my heart is stollen,
To say it is a curse,
An understatement it would be,

The way my heart skips,
Her beauty i must keep,
My heart pages forever i slip,
But her name is all i find,
For sure it is a curse,

T dream i can`t,
Her image i must have,
Till when will i starve,
Coz her love is all i deserve,
Her love forever i will conserve,

To say my love,
These are the words i want to curve,
My fate, in your hands it is,
To dream i want,
Without you i Can`t