Mali was not only a letter word,
But one that connected the love birds.
How they fell in love,
I shall not tell.
But I must admit they were true loves
How to prove this,
I do not know.
But I must ascertain to be hearts instinct
Every minute they write to each other
Of their love from their precious heart
Tired they are not
As they hope for a better tomorrow
They dream a future together
For their love has never vanished
They await for the beauty moments
When their love shall know no limits
To quench their distant hearts’
And renew times spent apart
As it is a promise of the heart.