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My darling in duty commitment
Hold your arms breath and stay still
This day as we meet with our roses
With the broad day light our guardian
As we remember our first encounter
Babe, our love, our treasure, our swearing and our commitment

Wasn’t it good our frequent meeting my darling?
Yes, we’ ve sailed in the wide sky
We also have sworn by the moon and the stars
But our romantic encounter a merry-go-round
We have also swore in the sun and laughed
we loved the games we used to play
As always with roses our company

There were times my sweetheart that we soiled in the sun and laughed
But still we had it and merited
With the tables our refuge
We persisted in our hopes for our vows
That this day never will come, darling.

That was a time my sweetie
When our frequent meeting here labored and bore
Our romantic encounter blessed in the birth pleasure and hurt
Out in sprout emerged love and hate
A hard tough and rough game I hate to love
Indeed the experience I will never love to recall

Remember our vows my sweetheart
Did we commit ourselves since then?
Think of the many promises we made
Had they ever been met at least more than once?
Don’t forget about the failure ahead of us
Will we ever still be together again?

With the marching time and failure my darling
No, you are not to be blamed nor I too
For time is no man’s friend nor fool
Thus I regret our meeting here so long a short time
Today as we unlock the never explored others sides
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Submitted by msehloka on June 19, 2021

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M.J. Sehloka

Born during the middle 1960s at one of rural areas and a farm around Mooketsi area in Limpopo, attended school at welgefontein combined primary school, Maribe L.P school, Sesoai H.P. school and matriculated at Bjatladi Sec School in 1987. Graduated for STD at Modjadji College of Education, taught English at Phiri Kolobe H School (1996 -2003), taught Engish at Letheba H School (2004 - 2014) , taught English and Geography at Mashaha Sec School (2015 - 2020) and taught Geography at Motlalaohle Sec School (2020 to date). more…

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