Golden Maxxy
Aka
Max Magaba
Harare, Zimbabwe
Not a gift shop,
She is so altruistic
I love her to my inner bosom
I detest this ideology
Of loosing her to these vultures
I want her to be my parasite
Like my drapes and cologne
Cherubic she remains above all
My angelic girlfriend!
Her wings are invisible
Her heart is love imbrued
She should have descended
From above the sky
Her comeliness is not additive
She has a pureness tone of voice
She ranks the highest, my seraph
My angelic girlfriend!
She is not cold like an avalanche
Her heart is warm, just warm!
And body hot like ashes
Hotter than sun in summer’s midday
Her lips got the real taste of love
The way she smiles,
A full bloom of the lily!
Defines what angels are made of
My angelic girlfriend!