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WHEN DID I START TO LOVE YOU

 

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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?

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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 forceImage result for couples carrying each other
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?

 

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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 youImage result for love

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Posted by on January 8, 2016 in Friendship, Life Experience, Love, poems

 

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LOVE – 1

I knew exactly what Love looks like …in…….campus….even though I had not met Love yet, I would recognize him immediately he downloadshowed up in my room.

Love wore sagged sweat pants, Chris Brown caps, had Mohawk, a golden teeth and an American accent. Love played a bass guitar and knew all the chords to even my heartbeat. Love was a poet who could jiggle artsy-boy-couple-girl-guitar-Favim.com-131691jungle with words to make me a love poem, Love was an artist, he could use brushes and pencil to put me down on paper.

Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me, he got me butterflies…and i knew i was searching the wrong classroom, the wrong cafeteria, Love had to be there, I was sure of that, if only i could find him…
Mens-Shirt-Tie-masculine-eleganceBut when Love finally showed up he wore official trousers, a well ironed shirt and a matching tie. He had short neat hair ,white teeth and no accent at all. Love knew nothing about guitar not even how many strings it had and love couldn’t write a paragraph leave alone a poem neither could he draw…Love hated the bus and killed caterpillars, they were no more butterflies…

Love became the reason I no longer feared darkness because he was my moon….He had a soft voice that 4428703-man-in-black-suite-hiding-back-red-rosedeclared all my senses extremely active, suddenly I could see the way he bit his lips; I could smell his scent, I could hear his heartbeat and I could taste my tears…but Love also cried…He cried when he laughed, it was like watching the rain when its sunny…Love chews too loud…

love will tell you, – you are beautifully;

when your sad, he’l say – You are beautiful;

When you smile He’ll whisper – You are beautiful; you-are-beautiful-i-whisper

When you just wake up – You are beautiful;

When you’ve just been crying  – You are beautiful;

When you don’t wanna hear it.. – You are beautiful;

When you don’t believe it; When no one else thinks so – Love still says  – YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL….

1_beautifulAnd love indeed means it because – YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

 
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Posted by on November 6, 2014 in Friendship, Life Experience, Love, wishes

 

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RAIN!!!RAIN!!! GO AWAY!!!

The sun is setting
The leaves fall-fall is setting in
There’s a slight breeze outside It’s getting cold
I look outside and feel the breeze against my faceimagesimages
I close my eyes and listen…ooh its the RAIN

I gaze at the sky when it rains,i let out a sigh as i wave the sun goodbye.The day is getting cold,dark and dreary.The rains orchestra of wind blows through lush green trees.Someone is taking pictures of me,i think as i turn only to find out its the lightningimages,Thunder drums quietly, then BOOM!and i cant help but be afraid.We all love the rain,wherever we are sad it hides our tears and it soothes us with fresh air.Watching it as it drops on the ground,dressed up we cannot get a cold but spare a thought for those on the streets, with no where to go and nothing to eat.No comfort as they are freezing cold.Rummaging through bins for there dinner yet we have excess food to even feed the chicken.Dirty clothing, no shoes on their blistered feet.We look at them in disgust and some even dare to say yack!!! But have you thought about why they live on the streets??Don’t you think they long for a  warm,clean bed,warm food.Don’t you think they would want you to laugh with them not at them??

images  Don’t you think in other circumstances they would dreams of greatness and unrelenting joy??And so i want the rain to stop and only rain during the day,that way it will be fair to us and to them…To this boys and girls who survive on begging,waving motorists into parking areas and when times get to tough they rob your bag just to get money for food.They need to survive,don’t they?To this kids who once upon a time had their own names,but now they share the same name….The Street Kids….lets love and take care of them.Until then lets enjoy looking at the sun..

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BFF

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Posted by on April 25, 2014 in Friendship, Uncategorized

 

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