She By Gonsalves Mpili
She, her voice just voiceless,
Only one person hears it that’s me,
She beautiful than the word beautiful,
The say the beautiful ones are not yet born,
But to me she’s already born.
She, the engineer of kisses,
I broke she joined me into pieces,
She loves me more than her feaces,
Her love full of nutrition,
I get a well balanced diet.
She, a good cook,
She, just a good booker,
She wherever flies with my love like a bird,
All that prestige just a future wife,
She and I forever, wherever and whenever!!!
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