Musa Ndhlovu

(1994 April 04 / SOUTH AFRICA MPUMALANGA)

My Source Of Happiness


My source of happiness has
Turned into a unbearable trash;
Which was generated by a new fresh
Truth that exposed lust from the one who was
To be known as, the Lover's Princess.
Tossed, turned, polled with no flash,
I somehow thought I was to parish.
By then: My earthly love life was a mess.

Now that source of happiness, is
Nowhere to be seen nor found.
For the truth in me; flows with love.
Now today, the true Lover's Princess is
In the process of being seen and around
Me: Not because of lust, but for love.

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Sunday, April 06, 2014

Topic(s): relationship


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