She was dark when i first moved in
Built only to occupy me, myself and i
Every night when i lay my head
On that bed like structure
My dreams are absorbed every dawn
By the walls
All my obstacles buried within her
If only she knew how to speak
She would tell you how much i need to see the horizon
She was never been outside
But she knows how to face the world alone
my African queen
I built her with love that is everlasting
With my head under her roof
I will conquer the world
Even if my dreams ever escape from those walls
I will put together a mansion
Right next to her
Just so i can always find a reason
Why she came into my life
How i slowly lost Mrs Dlamini
A precious soul
Because of my Room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem