Desire to know you,
And like the charity of your muse;
But the mind of the poet is like Tanzania in Africa!
And true love doesn’t ask why.
The tongue of the writer and the love of the reader,
The realities of Mama Africa will be noted to all mankind;
And like a goal being scored by a footballer!
Are you the first man ever born? !Then your own mouth will condemn you;For you’ve set darkness on my paths!And the seducing tongue of the adulteress sits beside you.
But inevitably as it may sound,Who gets your vote by proxy?Clues, blues and of your love on the run!I am on an errand like the act of your indignation;But age doesn’t matter when it comes for love.The bawdy, the vivid, the wind!Of the violet story of a man’s struggle against the odds;But age doesn’t matter…
For the integrity of your words are like,What you’ve been taught and of your experiences in life.
For sweet is my love and everything you see around is for you only.Greetings, greetings! !Here comes the love so sweet for your taste;Michael, i will not hide these sweet apples of my love from you.
But one day,The law will catch up on him or her.
And i need to protect my lover before it is too late.
