THE LOVE

A thousand stars are not enough To hold the feeling in my heart, The sweet, soft essence of your stuff, The perfect way you play your part. There are no words in my own tongue That carry all the truth I mean, No song that can be truly sung To tell you what you are to me, my queen. So let the language of the sun And sweeping plains provide the key, Until this day is truly done, I want you to know this from me: Nakupenda.