A dying breed 3

A dying breed 3
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There's no other who can dare 
Make me feel this way under azure
Everyone has someone to love
Mine is the mother of my kids
Twin girls three going eleven
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Love talk the heart listen
Love sing the heart dance
What's inside four walls tells a love story
Two hearts living in just one mind
Heart to heart means exactly that
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No longer using one heart to breathe
She uses two, Lord I gave her mine too...
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Ok if you don't believe me, let me draw you today's picture under my four walls:
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The kids are playing house in their doll house under the supervision of their nanny, an old English woman who is also their home schooling teacher and a sweetheart. It's the weekend after a hectic week of rekindling a love so true. It's after lunch I'm watching sport on the Teli like I normally do, she hates that sometimes
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"I'm watching sport sweetie."
"I know, I wanna read this book."
"You've been doing that just fine on the other chair sweetheart."
This lovely woman is just bored, she can't be bored with me around, even if I'm trying to relax too and mind my weekend, that's what she thinks in her head. Jeez women! 
God is my witness, I love this woman. Her free loving soul makes me give my life to her. I trust her with it. She takes it with loving arms everyday and builds it into a man she loves. The four walls are a warm home because love lives inside them. Jeez you can tell when you are loved, when you are someone's everything. Love just oozes out of her breath and you can suffocate if your heart isn't built for extra love. I'm so in love I can bring her a mountain if she doesn't want to go to one.
"I just wanna put my head on your lap, you have a bigger chair and I miss you."
'A lie, how can you miss someone you've just kissed few hours ago?' 
Wow! I can't say that to her so I just smile. She's smiling her naughty smile, she knows I will never say no to it.
"Please don't give me that smile, I'm watching my cricket. You don't even love cricket."
"I love you and who said I'll be watching cricket, I have my book, move, take the corner."
My God how many men live in this house? When can a man have his own time and watch sport on weekends!
I do as commanded.
"What are you reading?"
I ask giving in and showing interest at least.
"Elizabeth."
She answers getting comfortable on my lap.
"Jeez sweetheart not Pride and Prejudice again, that Mr Daurcey or whoever his name is, he's full of himself."
"I thought you've said you want to watch the test match cricket."
She's dismissing me, I'm getting between her and her favorite character, an argument she doesn't want to start.
"What's he's name again, am I calling him right?"
"I'm not talking to you, you've said you want to watch sport."
She's smiling all this time sarcastically, she really wants to get back to her book it won't help to argue with me. I'm not good at keeping names of her favorite characters, I get bored when she's trying to share that romantic experience with me. Romantic novels are overrated and they're not real. I believe in the love I can touch, the love between her and me. The love I see in my kids in the morning. The satisfied self who I can see really needs my love, the one I can see she can't live without my love in her life and yet she can live without me, she's her own person. 
My kids are girls, I love girls, when they are in love it really shows. I don't really know about men I was never in love with one. I can tell when one of my kids is not fine, like with their mother, I can tell when someone is hiding something from me. I know my family. Why? Because I love them.
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After saying that she dismisses me, she gets comfortable enough to continue her reading in silence. Does anyone know a comfortable silence. The air is so serene you can hear a penny drop. Love is so real you don't need to be anywhere else. You breathing fresh air. 
Love is so in the air I'm unconsciously playing with her hair lovingly. It's just her and her book and it's me and my test series on television, it's a weekend we relaxing.
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Jeez let me get back to my poem.
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Heart to heart, feeling of togetherness
Marry go round of hearty feelings
A heart's dance in the canvas of bliss
How can a man hurts that;
What changed in lala land;
Men I'm in love are you;
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She's a picture of sunshine,
Have you seen her;
She's a beauty of earth's roots,
Have seen how tight she is;
She's the only breed to be merry with,
Have you heard;
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Take a stand I don't want to see her cry
My mother what went wrong;
Can't turn my back on you
My man where is the love;
Look inside your heart, I beg you
Are we really a dying breed;
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© Lungi Shigo Msusa