Our Version of Events
As juvenile as
I am today, I wish to be with you,
I know my love
is novice, but I wish to grow every bit of it with you,
I might not
promise you the world but I want you to be the spark that ignites this love I
have for you,
With this
beautiful flower I picked from my mother’s garden, I wish to name you Mbali,
Because I found
no comparison to match how beautiful you are.
One day when we
both matured,
Walking
hand-in-hand down that isle,
I wish to see
you smile,
Not because of
the ring around your finger, but the promises I wish to keep.
I want us to
suppress the moment of the kiss;
Wrap an
invisible ring around your heart so you know it’s taken too
Shed a tear in
front of our friends and family so they know you are my first, last, beginning
and end.
When we old and
the only noise we hear is our grandchildren’s,
I want us to
stare in each other’s eyes with pride and laughter,
For this
journey was never easy.
I want you to
hold me tight and tell me I’ve been the man you’ve always dreamed of,
As we both cry
during our old age laughter,
I want you to
catch every tear I drop and remind me more of the teenage memories we shared.
As we wait for
the promise of “Dear Painless Death”,
I want you to
give me one last teenage kiss,
Because this is
where our love ends.
By: Ts Mashile
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