As I sat on the shade,
One sunny hot midmorning,
Memories of August holiday,
Loom large in my brain.
I think about this lass,
Cynthia my hearts' nurse,
Images forms about us,
How I scored as she pass.
I love my daring doll,
For she spares my soul,
Even after the world tells her all,
Choreographed to make us fall.
I love to hear her giggle,
And smile with her innocent face,
Face full of live ,love and hope,
That surely reads clean tommorow.
Every time she talks I get touched,
By her utterance that sounds true,
She got a cute voice that merges ,
Her Immaculate nature .
The ardent ambition to succeed,
Is second to her nature,
'er shy look and reservedness,
Proves that she is my malkia.
Chebet come with a ring,
You be our witness on this thing,
Come along with your king ,
We celebrate all as we sing .
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
As I sat on the shade,
One sunny hot midmorning,
Memories of August holiday,
Loom large in my brain.
I think about this lass,
Cynthia my hearts' nurse,
Images forms about us,
How I scored as she pass.
I love my daring doll,
For she spares my soul,
Even after the world tells her all,
Choreographed to make us fall.
I love to hear her giggle,
And smile with her innocent face,
Face full of live ,love and hope,
That surely reads clean tommorow.
Every time she talks I get touched,
By her utterance that sounds true,
She got a cute voice that merges ,
Her Immaculate nature .
The ardent ambition to succeed,
Is second to her nature,
'er shy look and reservedness,
Proves that she is my malkia.
Chebet come with a ring,
You be our witness on this thing,
Come along with your king ,
We celebrate all as we sing .
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