My African flower,
Cooler than the shade of the Marula tree
Flawless in all regard, Ideal beyond aptness
And robs all senses upon sight
I’ve ached for thee my entire life,
To perceive thy tone “my heart”
With premonitions of love-eternal,
And recognize thy image as soul mate.
Hearts thumping solitarily and regarded as heavenly prepared
And Preordained to seize each other
Oh, How I crave to taste thy lips;
How I hunger for thy zealous embrace.
Fretfully anticipating daylight,
To foretaste thy radiantly blossoming magnificence,
To gaze in thy sparkling eyes
And acknowledge flawlessness.
I shall carry on aching for thee eternally.
For I qualm proclaiming my feelings
While we are kith and kin
And I shall eternally seek to find one more flower as fair as thee...