Who dared to hurt my sweetie;
She is such a beauty;
She ought to have the best;
Isn’t she born to be the first?
Look at her face so pretty;
Never mind them my beauty;
You deserve a love you cherish
Not a love that will perish;
For you, they aren’t good enough;
Because for them you are so tough;
The best is reserved for the end;
With time the Lord will send;
You’ll see what you’ll become;
When that sweetheart will come;
It’s then you will understand,
As you’ll live in love Land;
That the best was on it way;
To only arrive on the right day.
This post was inspired by a comment I wrote on Sad Again, a poem by Shakeane.