Passing by her place
Just praying to see her face
I wasn’t willing to talk
Just check on her, then walk
Yes, I am cursed
My feelings are dispersed
I found her home collapsed
Couldn’t pray for her to relapsed
I saw an old man who told me
Are you fine, you look dizzy?
I replied, Yes do you have any cure?
He said “No she don’t live here anymore”
I walked away with a tear in my eye
Don’t know why I am still asking why?
That hope is gone.
The Vow is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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