This heart pounds fast
When my soul gets hurt
Then my tear-filled eyes
Can not hold anymore
So my breathing shifts
As my nostrils clog
I try to hold it in
But my courage fails
An awful sigh departs
As my tears well up
Just then they break their banks
‘To a stream or two
Nature pulls them down
Or else they’d gush at you
My heart catches fire
As more tears spiral down
To quench a heart hurt fire
In my burnt-up soul.
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6.5.2020
I’ve been kissed and kissed,
First by nature’s main man called sun,
Then by life’s unpleasantness in turn,
One has given me the highs of a tan,
The other just proved to me that I can.
I love you.
So I’ll bind myself with these vows,
In front of the bishop,
And a crowd of witnesses and gossips,
To love and to cherish you,
Until death takes me home.
Not just on sunny days,
I want to stick around through your ugly days,
To share in sickness and in health.
Though it scares me to say,
I want to go into labor for you,
That I might birth your offspring.
Children with your very frame.
So when I say I love you,
I’m acknowledging your village folk,
Even when they throw skeptical glances my way,
I’ll still respect them.
Your mama and papa,
Who I haven’t already met-
I choose them too,
And I will put up with them,
Just for you.
And when I say it’s you,
I know you can not cook,
And that your sink is always full,
You never needed a dish rack,
You only wash when you have to cook,
I’ve seen the fruit flies in your kitchen,
And smelt the stench of your bathroom,
But I will still take you,
With your burping habit,
And reeking feet,
If I am choosing you,
I’ll take this mixed-up batch.
I have seen you praising Him,
Felt your brokenness in prayer,
Watched you spread kindness like confetti,
I have seen your smile,
And heard your contagious laugh,
I have seen you work,
You never quit till you succeed,
I have peeked at your strong arms,
With which you’ve lifted many,
And I want to trust them too.
To lift us up in prayer.
I’ve had dreams and goals,
And as I choose you,
I’ll ascribe to yours too,
To back you up in all you do,
And if all my life I be your slave,
My poison is you so I’ll take it.
When I say I love you,
Think of this- there is no shorter route.
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