Mildred Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

Mildred



She is everything iam not.

She is a secret a fantasy, that lives in my heart.

I would cherish more if, she only remains my secret.

She my everything and, yet she knows nothing of it.

Oh Mildred you are like a rose that grows on, concrete.

You are the definition of, word perfect.

Your tender beauty is, enriched by a warm,
welcoming smile.

Its hard to lose you when, i dont even have you.

You are so calm yet iam, not at peace.

Iam so thirsty of your, thirsty desire of your, warm kiss touching the, tip of my lips

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Gaylord Munemo 02 April 2012

nice, so so nice and perfect

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