I sung I’m single, I enjoy
Was to eat for love I destroy
But that was a self-lie boy
Now am living in a fountain of joy
My heart is made of clay
She knows how to make it play
No need to move around as hen ready to lay
The love she gives is a final say
Sometime I feel like I have to pay
But thank God for answering my pray
One to be with till hair turn grey
Your love indeed can’t weigh
By Josepoet
©2022
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JOS POETRY 