By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa:
With a broken birth, childhood and potentially breaking youth
I will accept her and colour her world vividly
With crayons as I animate alphabetical notations that proclaim hope and healing
From my heart to hers
With a broken heart, spirit and potentially breaking trust
I will embrace her and delicately gather those thousand pieces
Of tortured memory and slowly
Mould them into a vessel of love and completeness for her to swim in
I will culture my heart, mind and possibly every atom of my being
To arrange with all corners of the Earth
To mobilise towards her well being
The divine being in me will shout prayer
Before the living God orders the rising command to the sun
Praying for her than me will be a routine of the day
I will defy universal laws of nature
To obtain five chambers in my heart
One to be specially made for her
Yes I will be the little voice of few words inside her
That speaks and keeps her sane in the still of the night
Imagine solid ground in the dessert
That will be me, for her stand upon
When the world isolates her into unknown lands
I will be the man in her life,
Then she will know –no love is like my own
Yes she will know that no man possesses love for her more than I
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