It should Be You My Zungu

In the grand tapestry of existence, where threads of fate entwine, There's a singular soul, a kindred spirit, who holds the key to mine. It should be you, dear Mumie, with fingers intertwined with mine, Touching the deepest recesses of my heart, where love and longing entwine. Your gentle caress, a soothing balm, that calms the turbulent seas, Your tender touch, a guiding light, that navigates me through life's complexities. It should be you, holding my hands, through life's ebb and flow, Through every trial and tribulation, through every joy and every woe. In the secret chambers of my heart, where emotions ebb and flow, You hold the master key, dear Mumie, the one that unlocks and makes me whole. It should be you, and no one else, who claims the deepest recesses of my soul, The one who stirs the embers of my heart, and makes my love forever whole. In the grand symphony of life, where every moment is a precious find, It should be you, dear Mumie, who shares the melody of my heart and mind. You, and only you, should be the one, who receives the gift of me, The one who holds the treasure of my love, and sets my soul free. In every moment, in every breath, it should be you, dear Mumie, who I adore.