I Will Marry You

. Someone somewhere said. The in pumpkin fall to the people who don't have pot. But this time this pumpkin have fallen to the one who have pot. So now let me be ready to cook. My life is cold. But soon will became warm. When you arrive. As you are the reason for my happiness. And I know my life will shine than the word shine. Arrive soon my love. Am ready for you. You're my life. You're my true lover. You have choosen by my heart. When you arrive, I will never let you go. And i will be with you forever. Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi Patric