Treasure Island

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

(27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

a letter to my lover


your love is a gift
i treasure more
with every passing day,
i resound every bit
of your symphonic song
with every lasting say,
like rainbow; a gift
i adore your song
in the rainy day,
you are the color to my eye
to see the beauty in you
and your love i pursue

the night is falling
and my heart is calling
because i feel so lonely
and i need you only,
and i knew
your love will find its way
through paths where
lions fear to prey,
and when you do
find your way soon
in all soul by the moon

you are my souvenir
if it be to find
and call thee mine,
love,
thou art every day
my dear love,
i shall fall in love
hard on my knees o' love
soothingly crawl
as i call
for your love

i miss you nana

yours in love.

opn14022013/0814

poem: 'letter to my lover'
book: 'thus spoke ntema: the unknown poet'
year: february 2013
book no.2 of 2013

mambo music & poetry

Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013
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for you my distant valentine

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