Love is not who you were expecting, not that man with side buds and a mustache ,or the bald head with a dimple.
Love is not what you can predict, maybe love is in Sudan fighting or in South Korea facing winter and you are in Kenya.complaining about the heat.May be love is light and you are dark…but love knows no race…love is…love is just LOVE…
Maybe Love is not the marrying type ,maybe he is, ooh!! yes he is..maybe love can’t stay…maybe he can…maybe he shouldn’t…I am ready for love ,may be am not, yes he is not…I knew it…and so I watch as love leaves.
When love arrived I said welcome, have a sit and as I watch him leave I say thanks for stopping by, i escort him to the door, lock it and am back on my bed listening to the loud silence…and I whisper…Hope to see you soon LOVE