(To Msimisi)

I asked a sonnet what is love,
That wakes me up every morn.
I asked a sonnet what is it
That gives me strength in days of mourn?
In days he comes and stands astill
With spirit feels all that I feel.
In days with just a single text
He tells of what I should do next.
That the song of Lachrymose
Ain't a quitter for the rose.
Love is patient, love is kind.
Love like that you never find:
Love that's happyness and joy...
Unless your brother is Radboy.