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»Love Given«

by Mafoko Bua, March 12, 2015

A seed thrown to ground sipping its way underneath.
Then love speaks through the soil peeping its way through what I thought was hidden
hidden in a palm of emotion lost in the crease of life that said I am not in love...

I gasp for breath I hold in my eyes what paints to love yet the world said we are not in love
Now drench yourself with that cotton of love and I will sprinkle glitter just to complement it all
I love loving you but I cannot find words that portray love
Perhaps I lost hold of those words when I fell for you
Some of them went south others north but this handful of words I have kept for you...you to remember this that you fell for...but this life said we not in love

It claimed to bring us apart but the truth is that we are in love
We wrote love letters in secret but see all that later because you and I are IN LOVE

Written: January 2015
Tags: Love

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