How Old Are We Poem by Pallang Mofokeng

One day weeks to months,
1 year decades of centuries
We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless
We the enemies to time we repel
Our love is a story untold
It never runs any old.

In her absence days feel like years,
Yet a year is like a day in her presence.
Time apart from her
Is as good as time in hell.

How old are we?
Everyone is curious

I blame them not
This love is burning
Interesting
Luring
And exciting

But I tell them a joke of their ears,
We are ageless
We have no days weeks or months
No years decades of centuries
We were born loving each other from afar
Our meeting was just a destined fate from start.

Red rose of the black rose,
It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.