An everlasting bond

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An everlasting bond

By Blessing Mhlanga. 25 -01 -2020

Two have met, two have tangled
Signs of glamour, a guess of the future
They plunder the past, they divorce their bitter history
Closer they prowl and nearer they collide
Kisses of glitz, flowers of flavor, they soar together

Who can deny their fate? It’s written on their forehead,
Mighty flaws have no chance to stand against them,
Blues of smiling visages, they cling tighter
Fingers crossed, hearts aligned.
Fears uprooted, light ignited.

Songs of thunder marry their souls,
Ignorance of reality become the norm,
Getting lost in each other eyes is the tale
Embracing each one’s bosom is the wish
And dying in each other’s arms is their destiny.

Passion alight, romance arise
Deep compassion, mutual connection,
Fantasies of grace, joys of matrimony
Gaze of stare, wanders of bliss
Forces of romance collide, unity results.

Foes gaze, fools envy their love
Whispers of evil emerge, rain of clamor falls,
Yet birds of steel bond solidifies their bond,
laughters of favor, touches of fame.
It’s a daring passion. It’s an everlasting bond.


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