Thursday, 19 May 2016


You are nothing but pure love to me,
And yet everything about love to me,
The cloud that shields from the sun,
For you, my dad is proud of his son.

Mum says you have a heart like hers,
Little bro thinks you're from the stars,
To the world we're one of its wonders,
To us it's out of our love what one does.

"You Are Love"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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