Digging you in and out of time, you come out from my love ever refined
Flowers send scents to me to remind me of you
I pick up the soil so I can have cents to come to you
A smile is in a spade and I keep shovelling
The trouble is that our love is young - The rubble is that, in this war few have won
But never-the-less I dig deep into you.
Merriment feels heaven sent as I get lost in jovialty. Happiness you bring to me
A smile is in a spade and I keep shovelling
Within the streams of your life force, I drink up and I am a stubborn horse
Hoping that you will ride with me on this precarious stride. .. We will glide and fly high into the sighs of bliss
Get lost in a kiss and find ourselves in an enforced embrace
A smile is in a spade and I keep shovelling
Reeling from neither here nor there, but within ether you earth my live connections and make my fears neutral
In phases of submission we are compelled by this
commitment conviction, and it is because of this gaiety that we get sent to pure being.
A smile is in a spade and I keep shovelling.
Like fibres, I am wired to plug into you. Eccentric as it may be, I am ecstatic to be electrified by this eclectic magnetic trance and it is the charge by chance propelled by how easily you make me smile and how happy it makes you to see me happy...
The joy of this love can fill up any hole, with you I am whole. And together we can be interred in this crypt of divine script.
And the spade will be a page, a treasure;
revealing the story of you and I locked inside a coffer of joyous love.
Nhlanhla Moment
