This little thing, that beats, in my ribcage,
This ink records its footprints on this page,
That gentle touch, that calms, all this rage,
You have enslaved my soul without a cage,
Impaled a bullet in my heart, a close range,
You give me a feeling, something, strange,
Made love, a life - time feeling, not a stage,
You will be my true love, until we both age,
If our love could be measured with a gauge,
It'll take, a million years, and, deeply wage.
"A Million Years"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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