I had plucked many roses for
People who hoarded my little
Heart and percolated with
Fishbone on my soul.
Bleeding seethingly and the
Sooth gash, gush
I want you now only you now.
Take this two shillings value
Ring lets marry in those
Squalor, square orchards,

I want to settle now,
I want to rebuild my orchard,
I want every flower to be
Dedicated to you and my Child,
I want you to be sails when
I the sailor is being ravaged

By the malice, concuss,
Aggravated seas.
Lets build our dusty pauper
Home, to be royal
Heartwarming utopia.

I had seen the glimpse and
Enjoyed the sex with
Countless lasses,
But, now
I need you to be
My forever Garden ,
My crocus,
Tulip and
Flaming lily.

Hon.Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche