Love Poem: Shirt

Shirt


I sold my special shirt
For twenty five dollars, babe,
I can't affort the transport costs
To get on the bus and go
Let my eyes caress my love.
I can afford to move around
With nothing on, for my babe,
I will do anything just to be
With her.

You never left me,
I went through so many changes;
I shiver to think about it,
And I tremble over and over
My body babe.

You were with me when I was up
And you were down;
Now you are up and secure,
But is constantly real;
I am all that you ever wanted.

Your love ain't fake and low budget
Like the good looking Chinese handsets
Sold on the streets of Harare;
They cannot achieve
Even a quarter or less of what they profess.