WHEN DID I START TO LOVE YOU

 

Does love have a beginning or an end?
Or does it extend to the bend that says God-sent?
Does it start on a Monday and end on a weekend?
This i do not comprehend
When did i start to love you?

How many dates does it need to love-start?
How many smiles turn it to an art?
How many years seconds does it take to convince my heart
That indeed you are my missing part
When did i start to love you?

lots of love

Was the day we chatted on Facebook the begging of it all
Or was it the day we met next to the shopping mall
That you took me in as your all in all
Was it the day i told you short-form of lots of love is lol
When did i start to love you?

Was it when you started to wake me up to pray
Did it happen when i walked away and my sky was all grey.
And you told me God will surely make a way
Or was it the day you told me I looked
pretty – shaped that way
When did i start to love you?

Was it the day you asked me if we could ride the horse and i said Yes of cos
Or the day we ate a meal of three course and i told you your my strong force

Was it when you lifted me defying gravitational force
Or when you let me pull your nose
Was it then that i began to love you?

Was it when you wrote me that letter in black and white
Or when you declared your love late in the night
Was it when i said i love you too and it felt so right
Or when i fantasized being with you dressed in snowy white
When did i start to love you?

 

he loved me despite of all my weaknesses

Was it when i told you my secret so long
And i thought you’d despise me but i was wrong
Instead you loved and cared all along
Said you love me coz you love me not coz am strong
Was it then that i started to love you?

Did it happen when you held my hand for the first time
Or when i saw your tear thats worth more than a dime
Was it when you showed me a sign of our love for a life time
That star that became yours and mine
Was it then that i begun to love you?

my note to him

 

Was it nights you saw me shivering and offered me your coat?
Was it when I peeped in your wallet and found you’d saved my note?
Or the promise i hope i’l not misquote
of a ride in a boat and the nyama choma goat?
When did i start to love you?

 

Was it when you hurried to hospital to see me.
And prayed that well i shall be
And i said a final Amen of let it be
And before i knew it i was free
Was it then that i started to love you?

Is it the love you show me that causes my blood to flow?
Is it this love that makes my skin to glow?
Is it you that took my broken pieces and made so whole?
Was it when I came to recognize the poet in your soul?
That I began to love you?

When did i start to love you?
I don’t know
I only know – I love you

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BEYOND MY OUTSIDE

Its too long before i blogged,i miss you,and you,ooh am not so sure about you,you bring chills to my fingers when i cant stop typing because words just flow..anyway,let them flow,let them flow behind them is a mastermind,who keeps them tucked in specialty,big expensive words all uttering this simple feeling within this simple girl..that’s pretty fortunately with my name shining all over it.

well,over my break ave learnt  a lot,like my voice is not too sweet to make a snake surface up yet its sure ‘baba watoto’ is waiting so close with a machete ready to prove to it that this is no longer Eden where it could fool his wife with that fresh apple because ‘GMO’ looks better[if you know what i mean]

Ave also learnt that my eyes can communicate like the eyes of a lover,saying endless and invisible feelings,of my undying love,too bad you hardly look at my eyes.

Ave learnt that nothing makes me happier than watching the sun rise with the flaming passion of volcanic orange,another day that the lord has given me,makes me smile with deep sensational love,and i get lost in my own world of solitude,loneliness,this world that my heart writes about,pouring words beyond itself,yet i can barely capture what the words mean myself,because all i see ,hear,taste,smell and touch is you.

The song from the birds that watch my warm tears hit the ground every morning  no longer make me smile,because all i do is stare at the stars hoping you are different,hoping that deep within you have eyes that can see beyond the physical,i want you to see more than this pretty face,more than this incredible cheekbone,full lips and exotic thick eye lashed eyes.More than my incredible soft skin or my swan-like neck that you think could make a model career,more than my long  curly hair that dances at the rhythm of the wind..Please look beyond the perfect twins that your eyes cant resist staring at,more than this body you think would look perfect if i add one or two kilos,i want you to hear more than my soft

Honestly,am tired of being loved for how i look,dress,speak or walk..tired of the compliments i get about my outside.i want someone who will love me for what the normal eyes cant see,i want you to love my within more than how you adore my outside…look into my eyes and see my heart not my tears that you think your compliment will make them shed off.

then maybe,the rainbow will light up my world with colours,maybe the birds will continue from where they stopped in our music classes…and maybe just maybe..my heart will soften and i can fall in love.

 

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou