Lost Love

Pacifique Niyitanga

 In next life, I wilt own thou.

 Echoes of his whistle

 Screams like a whisper

 That left me in the cage

 Softly, she said: "I wilt return."

 

 In next life, I wilt own thou.

 Sold future in the bush

 Jealous of an old heart

 All in one with memories

 Love is a ghost I cannot seize.

 

 In next life, I wilt own thou.

 Party pictures in thy frame,

 Bliss light like a fire flame

 Wealth as thy captive, well

 Prayers wilt bless my desires.

 

 In next life, I wilt own thou.

 Sleep in his warm chest,

 Smile as he touches thou

 And do whatever, it's fine

 But I wilt run to the finish line.

 

 In next life, I wilt own thou.

 Hush my kids he calls his,

 The heart he thinks I hast lost

 And the vows froze in the frost

 Keep them safe, until we rejoin.

  • Author: Pacifique Niyitanga (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2023 08:46
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 4
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  • Lorenz

    A very elegant writing !

  • Thomas W Case

    Excellent work.

  • Garth Rakumakoe

    These words cross the plains of the now into the afterlife... A love such as this knows no boundaries and respects no time, present and future... That humble refrain "In next life, I wilt own thou" speaks from such a humble heart, I don't see how anyone can not be moved by it.

    • Pacifique Niyitanga

      Sometimes, all we are left with is hope, and patience. Not today, but tomorrow or next tomorrow. love is patient and when its home is a strong heart, it stays for always. Thanks for the feedback, I loved that you know what I wrote.



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