That Love
It was a padlock and key.
Was a two eagle on the sky.
Was a two chick of dove,
in the next.
It was a fire of coals.
It was a big wind of tornado.
It was a tears sea of joy.
It was a mother love when she loves child.
And father when he loves his family.
That love, where is that love.
It is gone, it is disappear ,
am no longer see it, but I will never forget it.
I will always remember it.
You were mine and I was yours.
By patric ndidzulafhi munyai
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