You must be the star that led the three wise men,
You lead me in poetry, much wisdom on my pen,
You, the reason mum suffered in labour back then,
For you, I thank her for the gift that she gave you,
For you, I will love and heart, always staying true,
For you love, I'll be the man you've always knew.
"For You"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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