Love, the Sun

Love is like the sunrise
Rises mysteriously
Like the Chwezi dynasty
Leaving us wondering
How it came about

Love is like the sun
Its morning is all we adore and embrace
But as it keeps on shinning
It hurts like a toothache
Burns like fire flames
And we wish it would rain

Love is like the sun
When it starts to set
That’s when we see its beauty
And we crave it,
Call it all sorts of sweet names
“The golden hours”
But when all is done

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