Zimbabwewriters Stories

In the heart of Matopo's majestic mountains, Where granite peaks touch the sky, And verdant valleys stretch, a lush expanse, We met as classmates, friends, and love's sweet spark. Our bond grew strong, a golden thread that spanned Through laughter, tears, and memories that left their mark. We were paired, a childhood love, so pure and true, Though we didn't know what love meant, our hearts shone through. Years passed, we drifted apart, life took its toll, But memories of our childhood love remained whole. We reconnected, a WhatsApp group our nest, Where we shared stories, laughter, and love's sweet rest. Your voice notes, a treasure, a joyous, heartfelt sound, A testament to the love we shared, so profound. But now, you're gone, and I'm left to mourn The loss of innocence, and love's sweet dawn. Your laughter echoes still, a joyous peal That rings through memory's corridors, and reveals A treasure trove of moments we did steal From time's swift current, and life's busy wheels. Our bond, a golden thread, so fine and strong, Woven from whispers, giggles, and sweet song Now frayed by fate's cruel hand, does lie A poignant reminder of life's fragile tie. Yet, in my heart, your memory will stay A radiant beacon, lighting life's way.