Make me wanna write poetry,
Make me never wanna say never again.
I love that you are patient
I love that you are kind
I love that you are caring
Truthfully, you’re bordering on divine…
Old McDonald had a farm e i e i o
Written beneath the pitch of your voice
I hear your sheer concern
I’m grateful for your not so gentle rebuke
It is indeed right to reproach the err in your “friends”
For only so we grow
Become all that we’re destined to be.
I like looking at your boyish face
Your eyes betray more than you hide behind your eyes
Look at me
Look at me damn it
I mean, look at me love 😄
For I enjoy dining on your soul
The energetic tango that our spirits dance to we have not yet learnt in this realm
Ah, you said “but oh, it is not at all new, for my soul knew yours before I met you.”
Let us strive to honour that within the other
To love and let love grow
To relax and be uninhibited
For life is already too riddled with nos, nevers and wonts
Let us honour the I in each other
Bow down to the god in the other
For we are definitely not Kings and Queens
We are are gods and goddesses
Emperors and Empresses
The white man’s kings and queens weren’t powerful;
Naw, they were savages.
Projecting their insecurities and laziness
And my love; we most definitely aren’t that.
With all the love I have to give,
P.S. I darent write three words, so I wrote four.