‘I will never leave you!
I will deh with you…’
He said,
Tears rolled, freely
She wept
As her face went red
It was clear he meant it,
His words cut her open
She must believe
So he went away
To fight in the World War
When he returned to Africa,
It was, with a body charred
From unseen bullets and wounds,
And a soul
Which will not love her anymore
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