My beloved Cupid, when your arrow strucks me, my heart you will pierce inflicting me with wounds of love.

When I’m elated with tingles  and sparkles of love, I will know it’s you and I will be immensely enamoured of you. My atoms will bond with yours covalently in special affinity, arousing my oxytocin and butterflies will flutter my tummy, twitching all over.

You will be music, captivated by your melody I will  desire to dance, knowing I can’t dance I will tune into your rhythm anyway, loosing my soul into your music. You will teach me all the sounds of love and together we shall tango joyously unto the edge of doom.

Our romance will be spontaneous, a memoir of sonnet 116.You will find me drenched in Proverbs 31 awaiting you. Honey, you will be tailor made for me and I for you, you my kryptonite and I your anchor.

Affliated with her father's affliction of abandonment,she embraced the love of an absent father. He diminished, oblivious to the passage
of time. Leaving her with yearnings of fatherly affection,however his devotion to fatherly duties wavered.
For two decades on no account was he solicitous about the welfare of his daughter. She seeked for his love and support,the lack of affirmation left her with piercings in her heart.
Nontheless,she found adoration that of a loving and kindhearted man. He's warmth love was ample to patch the wounds of her pierced heart. He pampered her with fatherly love,through him she got the satisfaction of calling someone "father". It's been long since she's known that feeling, like a soft blanket on a night when the wind howls.
He becomes her mentor,her Braveman and the epitome of her happiness.
Otja Tjipee Uanivi 17th October 2018

The feeling of desolation and that of a despaired
and numb heart. Yes! Maybe that's it! We eventually go numb because you can't break a heart that has already been broken. A heart that has been numbed by sorrow, anxiety and disappointment. A feeling of nothingness,one which impairs the heart completely making us vulnerable and incarcerating us to our solitude and conviction of being worthless. A trauma which aggravates daily drowning us and leaving us with resentment. Void! Emptiness which often hit us at night and renders us sleepless with an unsteady heartbeat rhythm pounding .Emptiness accompanied by sadness like that of a cloud in the day of mist when his face is watery and dim. Hollowness that needs to be filled with bliss,endearment and joy.
Tjipee Uatanaua 26 April 2018

Woman in the mirror
I glimpse at a blurred and monotonous reflection. Visions of washed out dreams,the hope of refuge initially proved a mirage. She stares at me with a gloomy face,eyes sunken with unfathomable emotion the gleam that usually flickered in her eyes has now become peculiar. She has become surrounded by
an air of melancholy ushered by rebuff . Things have fallen apart. She looks at the craks of the mirror which resemble her abyss heart. Pensive I glare in contempt scrutinizing this woman who stares at
me with a faint ghost of a smile and an ocean in her eyes,but little do they know that these tears keep them afloat,a wounded healer she is.For months
I've chased rainbows trying to recognise her. I've clutched at straws to chase those washed out dreams. In the midst of 2018 she's lost herself,she's become a hostess to desolation,despair and trauma. Nontheless,all she pursues more than anything is euphoria and peace.
Tjipenandjambi Uanivi