By: Aloyce Mkwizu.
Good Morning my love,
Oh, sorry, it’s afternoon,
Today I woke up late,
Because the whole night,
I was thinking about you.
This letter to you,
I miss you, it’s true,
And yes am sick,
So sudden, it’s flu,
But this shall pass too.
It’s three years your gone,
For studies you said,
But now I wonder,
When will you graduate,
And come back to stay.
If not tell me,
I must know for sure,
So that I shouldn’t wait,
Maybe i should move on,
There is so much to do.
A quick reply will do,
See you by then,
And prove me wrong,
Tchao, be good.
It’s me your pumpkin.