My Epithalamium To Thembi Love is life's mustard seed, crafted to preamble us at conception: hidden deep inside a mother's womb. Love, a first after the first beat began to drum up the foetal heart: a microcosm of life in progress. Love, infusion of life inside a tiny blob, a scintillating, exhilarating dance between man's seed and an egg. As in a dream, in a flash, one day; under the blue skyed morning, she dashed before my eyes: I staggered with hidden admiration . My mind didn't notice immediately, as my heart pulsated in blizzard beats: leaving me bleeding and wryly smitten. A simple greeting, and honest handshake, followed by candid smiles and muted joy, I had to look on as she turned to go. A new sun, new moon and new stars, had been created and added that day: when two worlds collided and formed a new clime and new cosmos for two. I saw beauty, touched and breathed love, my world commixed and cranked up in high ovulated pitch of sweet dreams accrued: Cupid ha...
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The author would really appreciate your constructive comments based on how you understood and interpret each poem. Poems can mean different things to different persons and all views can be correct as long as they conform to the contents thereof. This is the beauty of Poetry.
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