Unique Perennials Of Love Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

These new perennials sweet scented,
Have come from our honorary gods,
To flatter us with a love never seen.

The love flip flops all over us wives,
We join in the dance for we know,
The guarded gates that lead to the roots,
Of all these fast moving sweepings of
A love that we know will disappear.

When the gods say while the hay still shines,
Listen for they know the human heart that changes.
As many times as you hear the tick-tack of a clock,
Make haste for they will say they told you so.

These fast growing perennials of love are fueled,
Not by feelings that rest deep down but by yearning,
For what is new and the mystery that follows it.

For mystery loves stories new and untold, like you're
For they tickle the world in their ordinariness,
And make humanity cleverer when everybody asks,
What was she thinking? She should have known the curse
Lurks on the walls of the house of the vampires
For their polished handsomeness keeps every girl guessing,
And not even see the gilded bloody goblets they drink out of,
When they have gone into the vampire maniac's state.