NATELLA

Natella the true African woman,
The beauty of the morning sun,
The silky hair that always shine,
When around me all is fine,
Lucky me for you are mine…

Natella the chief’s daughter,
The gap between the teeth brings laughter,
Turns sweet what was bitter,
Your voice sweeter than a guiter,
Its silent noise makes me better,
Natella the chief’s daughter,
You make my future brighter…

Put on the shiny dera,
The birthday gift you got from Vera,
Stand still infront of the mirror,
Let me view the curved figure,
The figure that gives me vigour,
To work hard… this summer,
To maintain it Natella…

Natella…
The beauty of the mountains,
Feel proud for this is your day,
Show the dimples,deeper than fountains,
Feel the air turbulance like a fly,
I am taking you to our plains,
To be your new home…I say.

@Sebby_The Poet
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