Tale of a lonely guy in love
However i seem to be losing this fight. To a force in your voice or your being, or your smile, or the glitter in your eyes…. just something I don’t know.. but unlike my nature I’m loosing this fight.😍
I’m poetic,or rather I try to be but the problem is that you have become my only art in the mind.
I want to paint the clouds but behind them is a face- your face. I’m a moon lover, so many nights i will go outside to watch the moon.
But the stars are like your eyes shinning down, the moon like your face.
Then my dreams are all taken.. the wise will say it shouldn’t be this way..
That the world is bigger.. but you are my main inspiration, my world . My music compositions have you as the beat and rhythm.
My books are weary with your name Bunyore .. The many prefixes I will put before your name..
I want to know what mettle you are made of,
I’ m intrigued by you and my curiosity grows any time😋, that like dolly the Parton I would want to know.. do Icross your mind., because you stay on mine..
Cab I be allowed to bring home this queen to her King? I want to know the fabric from which you are cut ,
Can I be allowed to know you.know the girl who filled my files.. will you allow me?
My mum never issue with me and girls,, until I met you. You are the wallhanging lonely in my heart, of not so good a photo that I took hurriedly,,
you even refuse to give me a decent one..
so I ask like Don William – sweet Bunyore will you receive me if I come.? Or im I just a son of Fate.
25th September 2019