I am green with envy
As a love purse makes my heart heavy.
I love my lips sealed
And not to be lost in the intensity of the split-second
Love is the apple of discord
To mystify, daze, confound,
And able to cease the heart
From being the apple of the eye
I won’t like us as doves
I would rather see us as thick as thieves
So let’s be friends and not lovers
To avoid the future stigmatizing us ex lovers
A Malawian writer