BY BERNARD SINAI

An entry in The Crocodile Prize

I found someone to love and to hold
That special one stays close to my heart
Nay the moon fades and sun grows cold
She will still be that rhythm in my heart

But my fondness for the fruit of the vine
Has made me hurt that one close to my heart
And outside she acts like all is fine
But inside she is I know she is torn apart

What can I do to make it up, my love?
What do I do to make you forgive me?
What can I do to make you whole again?
What can I say to make it right?

My heart yearns to be near you
Absence from you makes my heartache
But I bring pain every time I’m near you
So I will keep my distance for love sake