By Josephat Msagha
You see not everyday love brightens up my life,
Someday I get bruised up,
Still I get up calm and strong,
Tender to my wounded soul till it gets healed.
Like a meteor crushing down,
On a chilly Sunday morning,
Melodies the choir sung,
Her text crushed my love pond.
My face in disbelief frowned,
Cancelling all my engagement plans,
Into a whiskey pool I dived,
Hoping my sorrow will get drowned.
That Christmas Eve santa had let me down,
With no explanation for the suddenness left to wonder,
Everything felt unreal for I had loved her so deeply,
Hoping the messiah’s birth usher’s in a new dawn.
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