Love is an everyday thing
It is now, it is sweet, it is true
It is a fountain of all senses
A tranquil delightful stream
Love is eternal in its youth
Flawless exuberance of youth
Its words are all soulful, nation
It is now, it is sweet, it is true
It makes one bold in their hunting
It comes, with your heap’s canvass
Love’s mixed footsteps flaunting
It leaves one winched in an elation
The heart beat geared to eruption
Its destined spectrum called trance
Our hot body drooling to its trounce
A tangled dance in its royal feet
It is red wrapped in a white sheet
Love is an everyday thing
It is now, it is sweet, it is true
by Linda Sakazi Thwala
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