Our love story, a tale so divine,
Started with a match, not of heart’s design.
Families united, for status, wealth, and might,
A bond of duty, without love’s light.
The adage says, “What an elder sees sitting,
A child won’t see, standing on a hill, waiting.”
We were paired, without a choice or voice,
A union of convenience, a heartless, loveless choice.
The first meeting, a disaster, I must confess,
I called off the wedding, and wanted to repress.
My passports seized, my freedom curtailed,
A desperate escape, to Soweto, my heart hailed.
A friend offered help, a bus ride away,
Little did I know, fate had a different say.
He was on that bus, a chance encounter true,
Faith brought us together, our hearts anew.
Long hours passed, and we started to share,
Music, jokes, and dreams, our hearts began to repair.
Hesitant at first, but as time went by,
I found myself waking up, with my head on his shoulder, feeling spry.
Things changed for good, our love started to grow,
Appreciative of our elders, for making us know.
That sometimes in life, we must trust in fate,
And embrace the journey, no matter how late.
Now here we are, in love’s sweet embrace,
Grateful for the union, that brought us to this place.
Our love story, a testament to the unknown,
A bond of love, that was meant to be sown.
