His soul is the perfect place i dwell in when the world is a disgrace to face!
He is the beauty in my eyes and i a humble beholder.
when i feel old,grey and tired i seek his sturdy shoulder
to cry on and exude my lonely discretions but he fulfills my satisfactions
with more than a thank you please ,I love you my wife!
he is a part of me, embossed into what I call my life!
he is the apple i see beyond ,further than a distance in my eye.
I cannot picture a happier moment than that spent in his arms,
the patterns his fingers make on my skin make me whole within,
He is the humble prince among boastful kings, a silent gentle angel
that prompts me in.
He is a passionate lover,a giver of my all.
He is Tinotenda(Thankful) the blessing I behold.

Faded pictures ,faded thoughts on happiness,
I know I loved you surreptitiously,without a doubt
I clung to your soul and hung on to you like a coat.
But then a silly,fleeting moment of pure selfishness and untamed banter
I led myself astray and engaged my speech in fanciful flirtations
another man entertaining my eyes with deceivingly mild words
And you saw them,read them absorbed them,
in my shame i cowered and took cover under my own defense!
I tried to hoodwink being caught by the long arm of pertinnent soul searching for true love.
you weeded me out ,in my bad and i cannot never apologise enough for the faults that are in me.
I can never in a single heart beat re unscar the people in your path i've burnt but I know i can from you ebb into a better woman.
Singing silent songs of redemption and understanding who we are I will place you on that pedestal called love because you are the king that occupies my heart.