Let's Abscond

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📷 Sibusiso Dhlongolo 
(My Love Diaries)
Dear Future Wife, let's escape from them,
From the judgments and expectations that condemn.
Let's break free from society's confining wall,
And build a world where our love stands tall.

In this realm of freedom, we'll find solace and peace,
Where our love flourishes and never ready to cease.
No longer bound by societal norms and rules,
We will create our own path, where love reigns as fuel.

Let's run away to a place of pure bliss,
Where our hearts are free to dance and kiss.
In a sanctuary of love, we'll find our retreat,
And in each other's arms, we'll find love complete.

Together, my love, we'll face any storm,
With unwavering support, keeping each other warm.
No matter the challenges that come our way,
Our love will guide us, come what may.

We'll explore uncharted territories holding each one's hand,
Discovering new wonders across the land.
In this adventure, our souls will combine,
Creating memories that forever will shine.

Dear Future Wife, let's escape the noise and strife,
And embark on a journey to a vibrant life.
With you by my side, I know we can be free,
In a world where only love and happiness will be.

© Ochago George William. 
@George The Tired Poet. 
2023.
#PeoticTuesdays.

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