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<h5>Poem written by <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">George Tshabalala Lethabo</span></h5>
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<p>Can I tell you a secret?<br>Please promise you’ll keep it.<br>I’ve kept it deep within,<br>But now I should preach it.<br>There’s a girl whom I love,<br>An angel from above.<br>Although things may get tough,<br>I’ll never get enough<br>Of her infectious touch,<br>Her dimples when she blushes,<br>Never have I felt such<br>Love and affection so much.</p>
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<p>I feel her presence from a distance.<br>She walks in the room<br>And brings tranquillity into existence.<br>She has the ability to make a man’s heart<br>Beat to the tune of her melody.<br>She carries an energy<br>That is reviving and thriving.<br>It’s more like a remedy.<br>Her eyes cut off all ties<br>That chain me to the world’s abominations.<br>Her voice makes my spirit rejoice<br>Because she somehow frees me from my tribulations.<br>She’s capable of things that I fear<br>Only I am able to comprehend.<br>People tell me it hurts to love her<br>But I have a love for hurt<br>So it’s all really a perfect blend.</p>
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<p>A heavenly body that slipped out<br>Of the Lord’s pocket of blessings.<br>A soul that this condemned world<br>Will never come to deserve.</p>
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<p>Her dimples make the moon feel jealous,<br>‘Cause its craters could never be as perfect as hers.<br>It tries to win me over with its many phases<br>But I couldn’t care less,<br>‘Cause if everyone saw how beautiful her face is,<br>They’d agree it deserves a place among the stars.<br>You’d swear that, for her, God required assistance<br>From all his angels that were skilled in His craft,<br>Because compared to the rest of mankind<br>She is the true perfect creation<br>And we are merely rough drafts.<br>Yes, I said what I said, and that’s what she means to me.</p>
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<p>She means more to me than lustful ecstasy and typical boy fantasies.<br>Things like multiple intimacies built on illegitimacy<br>Or the bachelor’s bliss of freedom and a poolside with Hennessey.<br>To me she is a pulchritudinous celestial being of elegance<br>That compares to no other.<br>In simple terms she is my friend, my soulmate and lover;<br>And by God’s grace my future children’s mother.</p>
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<p>This isn’t your typical poem of a poet writing about his muse.<br>It’s an art form, a revelation and the truth.<br>It’s what Van Gogh intended to do when he picked up his paintbrush and painted his blues.<br>It’s a tell-all about a precious soul that’s worth more than the value of gold.<br>It’s for the same reason that Noah had to take every animal in the world in twos.<br>It’s an act of benevolence that I believe mankind is ready to behold.<br>It’s a purpose, it’s salvation, it’s enlightenment, it’s…<br>It’s me,<br>It’s me opening your eyes up to see what I see.</p>
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<p>So can I tell you a secret?<br>Please promise you’ll keep it.<br>The girl whom I love is you who is reading,<br>The angel from above is to whom I am speaking.<br>A beautiful child, a flower that’s wild<br>And a flavour that never grows mild.<br>All of these are things I realised from the moment you smiled.</p>
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<p>So please fall into my hands, apple of my eye.<br>Let me taste your succulent juices before I die.<br>For a moment with you is what it means to be alive.<br>So gift me a second, two or maybe even five.<br>Just be with me here, apple of my eye.</p>
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