I was told
Never to bend or fold
But to always be bold
Chasing dreams
Big frogs and toads
Inside muds and moulds;
Obeying the do and does,
I wore winter wools for cold
I slept lonely at nights…
All that changed
The moment I met a lady
With an image of blended beauty
She gave my vision a view
And turned my heart brand new
Swimming in an ocean of passion.
Now she becomes a blushing bride
With shyness and chemistry
Arising affectionately from within
She had been a rumour to talk about
Metaphorically astonishing
From head to toes,
In the aegis of a blushing bride
Cowries, cattles and properties
As lobola is but a sympathy
Her worth can’t be bought
Nor sold in a market; for she is,
Not just a bride with a golden heart.
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