woman puffs
By harvester chesaina kiprop
harveykiprop@gmail.com
How, indeed, can you be my better half!
Oh woman, if you’re so used to puff
Before me whenever I come home late
Suspecting I’d had some private date?
Keeping away from satanic slime,
We have stood the test of time
Unlike love without a title deed
Our solid love has emerged the best
It can’t wither like a mere weed!
Oh bear with me, it is the most unfair,
To accuse me of a secret side affair
When in acts of flirtations I’m quite rare
And I’ve no other women to share!
True in love, quarrels are not rare.
Yet in truth, so many are not fair
Your love may be full blown
You may fall off with your own
Yet forgiveness is always in the air
However, forgetfulness is hardly fair
We have our mutual secret to share!