They call me miss
Not sure if they miss me
Or it’s my body they miss
You know, there’s a big visible line between the two
But when the heart is involved, the line fades
Love got no borders, does it?
And even the things we swear never to do
Love proves us wrong
We do at even greater extent
What is love?
Love is a beautiful thing
But I’ve seen it send most to their graves
I’m not sure about death and timing
I somehow however think one could stay longer
And if it was that strong, they could have at least followed each other to the grave
I can never leave without you..
Matters of the heart are complex
Of the body are easy but we love making them complex
May be, to gain victory or whatever it is to be gained
But at the end of it all
Love remains to be a beautiful thing
When you love the right person
And also, when you distinguish love, infatuation and addiction
Show me a failed 1st Corinthians 13: 4-8 kind of love
For that is the true definition of love
© Gathoni Wamwondwe