My Love Poem by Ronald Nyakweba

You hurt,
And left,
A twice hurt’
Feeble heart.

A weak heart,
With no sense of sight,
Nor insight,
Doomed by an end,
Of what for lived.

Pals her name is-
Ross,
And like a flower,
I mean a Ross,
She shines,
And beautifully scents’

I miss her warm kisses,
Her soft sighs,
Sweet breasts,
And the small size,
Of what she always-
Gave.

Ross here,
Am weaker dear,
Cant stand higher,
Am so weak,
Come back,
My flower.