I Held The Wire

So shall i tell her of the time
The glorious moment of the rhyme
In that same day i held the wire
She, with such a chance borrowed the fire
And i having found the cause
Did digand in her fertile soils
I planted my rose
And she with suchbliss
Gave me the fruit
So will I tell her, me she got

And this seems such a reality
Cuddled in the depth of bravity
And this has always been true
That to her, am not a residue

by RONALD K SSEKAJJA

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