lerato shuping
My man he cried today...
My man he cried today…
He looked at me all filled with fear
For he knew not what he would hear
Because believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
His face it bled from the from the beauty of his soul
This crystal clear waterfall it poured out of control
So believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
This emotion to him felt wrong
As it was forbidden for so long
But believe me now when I say
My man he cried today
He covered himself with his hands so strong
And repeatedly told me by me he’ll never do wrong
Down to the ground he knelt on one knee
And hailed me like a queen for all to see
For believe me when I say
My man he cried today
This passion he felt burning
Was released like the glory of morning
The love he felt was strong indeed
And I knew a man like him surely a rare breed
And believe me now what I say
My man he cried today
So I knelt down besides him and let him take me all in
For from here on now our lives shall begin
My soul is his now
And to my king I bow
And again I say my man he cried today
Our love so pure
All it shall cure
My man he cried
Lips upon lips
Heart upon heart
My man he cried
So I looked up filled with glee
As this man cried with me
And when I tell you this, you must believe
This man I will never leave
And now you know why when I say my man and I we cried today!
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
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Perfect does not even befit the beauty of this poem.
' his face it bled from the beauty of his soul' lovely