There's a secrecy in how I love you,
How I choose to lose you before I loose myself to you,
How I hold off all the adjectives that make me a verb for you,
There's a violence in how I miss you, how I'm violently silent but when I see you my skin jumps at you,
There's a biology in how I'm meant for you,
How my heart is on the left but you make all my insides feel right,
There's a method of how I love you, I don't do sketches of you, coz that's not how I draw you to me,
You have always been my favorite metaphor ever since the day words found me,
There's a way in which the strings of our hearts weave greatest of stories,
There's a way your blossom engulfs me, lure me to a land I do not want to leave,
There's a way the notes of our hearts, do rhythms longing for love,can't explain the way our memories tune in to this melodies,
I don't know how words can express this, but what I do know is that, love starts with I and ends with you, I love you.
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Author:
Job Welime (
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Comments3
another wonderful love poem
thanks for sharing, dear poet
cheers for reading
Very nice Job, and sweet who ever she us is very fortunate my friend
Hey Job !! You are back to your poetic version. Lovely one and your style of writing is quite interesting.
Lucky one she is..
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