Crevices of my tormented soul mended,
Heart immaculately cushioned by your loving command,
Journey towards contentment commenced,
Never to be derailed by distrust,
Nor for evil spirits to jinx.
Whispers of sweet magical incarnations,
As they permeate and seal torn corners of my soul,
Vein to vein,
Fibre to to fibre,
My soul regenerates,
Revived to appreciate this love,
Your eternal love.

© Ezrom Maromo wa Sekgobela