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Loving you is like tending a rose that has a generous amount of
thorns

I pluck and feed, only to be pricked by the one hidden below
your bud

Loving you is like a sunny day in Limpopo with the water levels
evaporating

I put on sunscreen and save my liquids only to be left with a dry
ying yang version of myself

Loving you is like being with loved ones which dress up for
every occasion

I cook, scrub and serve only to be dismantled by my lack of
randelas

And the constant pleading I‟m subject to for survival

Loving you is like a beautiful fairytale where Cinderella loses
her shoe at midnight

I would sincerely wait for you to send texts, emails and calls,

Only to be left with an invitation letter to your extravagant
wedding and a baby shower???

I guess I better buy that cot we dreamt of having

Loving you is like knocking on heaven‟s door with my lamp
ready and full of light

I had been waiting in the snow till I became Queen of the ice

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