reveals misguided thoughts
But not so the intent
Red from white wine soon it sorts
Life is quickly spent
The long white cloud has your heart
Haka flows in your veins
Too long too long have you been away
Though Africa faintly remains
Oh such a friend I have
That my heart is so proud
You hear the gentlest whispers
When the world screams so loud
Never have I met someone
Who gives with no regret
Your a beacon for all to see
I will love you till I’m dead
Leaving
Packed her bags, walked away
She could not understand
Caution to the wind, come what may
In a foreign land
Claims of culture
Second to high finesse
I’m in your servitude
Your eyes see so much less
Fear runs rampant
Tremble to my touch
Soon an empty bed
Way of the world is such
I hope you find happiness
A way out of your hell
Courage is no fear
To you my friend I fare thee well
Alone I sit on my bed
Content to be free
Putting down some cryptic lines
Within finding me
Love is a funny thing
In the end its just a game
Sometimes it makes you sing out loud
But now its just a pain
Yet again with my pen
I sit and ponder the world
She is now a memory
No ill will do I hold
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