Love Brewed Under a Muratina Tree

We always met under the muratina tree

And spoke for hours on end...

Those were the moments my heart body

and soul were captured by her spell

She mesmerises me still many moons later 

Not sure what was more intoxicating ...

Her voice, her presence, the tender way she is with me.... 

Or the thoughts of the joyful brew we from the 

Dropped fruit sweetness that shrouds its potency....

Both have my head spinning and my smile plastered on my face this festive season....

To being merry with love a good swig of muratina...