Saturday, 2 April 2016


One, two, three,
Three words, "I love thee",
This seed will grow into a tree,
And Love will be you and me.

Four, five, six,
Times I'll kiss your cheeks,
Loving, laughing, loving that mix,
If you'll, let me show you some tricks.

Seven, eight, nine,
Heart of heaven, straight to mine,
Lit a dark world, all through shine,
Found a pond full of love, and a line.

Ten, ten, ten...
Times I'll love you again, and again,
A heart, plentiful of love, "a love den",
For you, I promise love, and never pain.

Love poetry collection,
"Love count"
~Andy Mwalasha

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