I sit back with my arms folded
and watch the drama
maybe my love world does not exist
or perhaps my lover to be is on a journey
well ! I no not what the future holds
I am no soothsayer to tell the future
at this juncture all that runs through this veins
apart from blood is a liquid called love
when will my love come?
how will we meet?
who will she be ?
what is she like?
seconds have turned to minutes
minutes have switched position with hours
hours turn into days
and day transforms to weeks
a few weeks making months
twelve months combine to produce a year
several attempts to find HER has been unfruitful
all damsels I come across have been ungrateful
there is a babel in my thoughts
and now am at crossroads with my decision
a belief is slowly inhabiting in me.
there is no such thing called love
my thoughts, based on the reason of not been loved
moments when you feel your heart belongs to someone
someone you can't have but continue to love
it may seem silly but it's real
I await an encounter
which will be the basis of a forever
the encounter which will leave rings of happiness hanging around my days forever
thus this is the encounter I await.
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