Gang kefas Chakura
For my wife.
I will try to say it plainly and honestly too, but warn I must, to wasteful marauders, who always reclaim arguments for ignorant exaggerations.
For my mark rest on her like the Ecclesiastical Seal of God upon his children, so I have no cause for despair to blow the trumpet and sound the bells in fast beating respire
Yet in joyful harmony and with the pride of a youthful White horse, I choose to praise this very sweetness that gives flavour to my appetite.
Thus, from my very innermost recess, I will say of the beauty that led my youthful vigour to a pathetic state of so much loveliness. This priceless rare ware that spins my every composure of the word fit and proper, is simply “the love of a damsel”, that onerous self sought passion for a woman that is sent to plague the world of man with no regard for pedigree.
Alas, It has infected me and thus to her, which makes my night dreams exciting and desirous than the lonesome reality of my afternoons, I must appease.
For how will i prefer reality when my dreams brings her so close and makes her mine without the fast heart beat of waiting for her seemingly shy reply?
The dimples that adorn her cheeks to reveal such gracious smiles fascinates and keeps me staring for hours. It leaves me expectant of her voice that echoes through my innermost recess setting aside all competing claims. This voice gives me a chill as in wonderful bewilderment at the sight of the stars and moon dancing through the storm that threatens the lifting of the cloud.
She moves with the sun and the air around her is sweeter than any honey money can buy. Like the full moon in open view at night, so her face radiates causing a great tranquil in my doubtful and love struck heart. For her very being is nurtured in and by beauty, just like the flowing stream that gets essence from the showers that fall and flow.
What an sweet agony, it was, yet like gangrene it spreads and as if given approval through my system regiment, I always think of her When I sit to think, for indeed even the song birds never stop singing delightfully her tunes through dawn. And if so, then, to you also must I sing
“The Sweetness that Gives Flavour to my Appetite”.