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Mar 2018
I turned around,
Surveying my new church,
And my eyes landed on her,
I looked back again,
Our eyes met.

I kept glancing,
At her well designed figure,
The cute voice emanating,
From her vicinity,
How I wish it was hers!

After the service,
Although we never met,
Her image kept coming back,
Her sure walking style,
She is my love paragon indeed.

A well rounded face,
That befits a warm smile,
I admired everything at her ,
From the first day,
Perhaps a dream come true.

A bright face shining like gold,
So smooth and tender,
No pimble no scar,
The very complexion I desire.

Kiprotich vinny I am sure,
Though you may not confess,
You certainly concur with me,
The lass is a wonderful being,
You can ever hyke with.

Succumb to my call sweet lady,
You are the someone I swear,
My soul had eagerly waited for,
If you have rumours about me,
Come get facts right.

That day we travelled,
Together in a verosa,
Your tender body touching mine,
My mind went missing for a while,
It be like the best feeling I ever had,

Loving is gambling,
And this is a win for sure,
That kind nature of yours,
Your presumably perfect being,
My heart shall hail for ever.
Dear this is for you.
Sîr Collins
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Sîr Collins  21/M/Kenya bomet county.
(21/M/Kenya bomet county.)   
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