The One
I had hung up my boots
Out of the game until I started salivating for you
I had given up on love
How did the passion arise?
You are a mystery to be demystified
Yes! A story unwritten nor told
You are perfect Image of Him
You are the missing piece of my broken heart
I tried to glue wrong pieces to my heart, today I praise Allah
Am going to introduce you to my mum
And cut-down trees to build
Your story must be a tale for years in my father's home
The only lady who attached her dreams to mine
I will fight your battle
Until the curtain of life closes.
©Fely g chronicles
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