Love Poetry: Marry me

by Mack Masene Rabapane
(South Africa, Johannesburg)

'Marry me let’s be merry for the years we are yet to touch
Many kids not many to avoid an ouch in the pouch
Some say we need not hurry
I say no need to worry
The money I have got plenty
For this is no drama but reality
Waiting gives birth to hating
It is time we start mating
Fear of unknown with no ear of known sounds
It sounds like we are bound to bind
And yet we are not sure about offshore
Should I admit and we get some meat
For our guests to come rest
Because they came here dressed
Or maybe in May
Wedding days and Wednesdays I don’t care if it’s rare
The choice is of the host
The voice of the toast
Limousines in magazines serve the purpose
Flowers I don’t mind if it’s rose
Your flaws I can handle when you pose
For they mean nothing when I propose
Suppose I compose a song that is long
Will you sing along?
I wondered if you were going to say yes
Or whether you were asking for more years
To consider mine proposal
Or just hit me with a denial
I can carry the pain
If my plea is vain
Tears drain my brain off useless water
Fears train my skin of upcoming weather
I will wait no matter what,
Until such time you agree to that,
They say a lot is at stake
They think that we are being fake
But I know I love you
I want to be glued to you
And they have no clue
I passed them as they queued
Prove them not right
Let us tie the knot right now
And make a vow'


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