We are exclusive,
Always will be..
In fact,
We are what common men would describe as true love.
But we aren't common..
Oh,are we?
Otherwise we would be lovers.

Questions of how long my heart will beat for you flood my mind,
But I don't want them answered.
For the answer I already know.
Its threatening,scary and heart breaking..
But its true.

The rains will fall;
As they always do.
The winds,
Of all kinds;
Will blow to all directions..
Yet,
As soon as the sun shines again,
All will be as it was;
For it never changed.
I will secretly hold on..

Bring it on,
Your worst or your best;
I dare you.
For I can never control my heart against your charm.
And so,
I will secretly hold on to you..

The man who makes me bleed,
With invisible blood..
The only one who cripples my heart,
With his innocent smile..

Against all odds;
The weather,the climate.
The colour,the race.
The age, the stage.
The hate,the hurt.
The anger or the hunger.
I will secretly hold on to you,
And you will never know it..

Adrenaline flashing through.
I feel it move through all my being.
My bones paralyzed,
My flesh weakened by the strength of my veins.

I can hear the blood
As it rushes through my body.
My head is pounding furiously
My heart is beating fiercely.
Should I, should I not?

I wouldn't know now,
Would I?
For the question I ask;
Can I, can I not?
Can only be answered if I do.

Take the step,
Have faith in my doings,
For adrenaline flows through me.
Scary as it is,
It is to strengthen me if I dare.
So I will.

I saw you last night,
I don't remember everything you wore,
But the smile I cannot forget.

You extended your hand
For me to hold;
Like you even needed to.
I hold on to you even without
Your hands.
Maybe our souls are attached,
But that is too big an illusion..

You took a step before me,
I hated that you left me behind.
Then you guided me to take it
With you..
I trembled,afraid to fall,
Yet I already fell for you.

Your strong hold I felt,
For your grip was too much for me to behold.
From it,
I got the spirit to run..
Run with you,
But maybe it was too much,
For I ran away from you.

'Who are you?'
Is the one constant question I ask myself?
'A man.'
The answer has come, most times.
Even when I wasn't asking.

Your nature, stature and even adventure is that of a man.
But that is all you have for a man.
For your words are eternal, and though you are only an image of God, I see him in you.
You speak with a foreign tongue, not only in words, but in acts as well.
Mortal man!
Immortality rules your being, as your wisdom would subdue the earth as it has my body.
My heart beats for that man, who speaks of everlasting love.
The love that is real and agape,
As it goes beyond the pleasure of kissing and ******.

Many are those times when I find myself wondering if God, in his very nature has embedded more than just his image in you.
That maybe like Zeus once took the form of a cow,
Jehovah took to your form.
But then for what purpose,
For I am nothing like 'Europa', either in stature or status.
Am neither that beautiful to call for divine attention from such a man as you.
Nor do I hold the crown of a queen on my head to attract a man of your nobility.

May the lord forgive me for using such words that are almost blasphemous,
But all I am saying is that you are the true image of God, yet only a mortal man.
You are A RARE BREED!
And yet like every other man,
You are just a man.

The ties that bind us are the very ones that separate us.
We have shared a lot of things in common;
And yet most of those common things put a barrier between us.
We have laughed at the same jokes,
Danced to the same drums,
Rejoiced to similar songs,
And sang in similar tunes;
The ties that bind us together.
And yet our differences are always ever apparent.

For as I laugh with tears in my eyes,
You laugh with your teeth,
Hiding the very emotion that binds us from the world to see;
As I dance to the budima drums,
You dance to the drum beats of the kuomboka,
Having the sound that binds us, separate us by how its produced.
I dance to ching’ande and you dance to mfukutu,
Excusing the world from seeing our similar steps.

Oh, the ties that bind us.
I sang Jesus loves me when you sang give me the bible;
Spreading your words in Bemba as I spread mine in Tonga.
How the ties that bind us are so quick to separate us.

Wow, I say to myself as I look at you standing right in front of me.
The bonds of our ties grow stronger as we grow older,
And yet weaker with the passage of time;
We share from the same vein, bound by blood forever;
And yet the differences in the ******* that provided for us separate us.
We come from the same womb,
And yet the little differences in the arrangement of our protein molecules make us different.
Indeed the ties that bind us.

Our mother rejoices in calling us all her children;
And yet the men that take pride in us differ.
Our father sings songs of the products of his manhood;
And yet the women that sing along with him sing differently.
He is the tie that binds;
And he the one that separates us.

You looked me in the eye and told me that I was pretty;
And I believed you.
You looked me in the eye and told me that I had a beautiful smile;
And I believed you.
You looked me in the eye and told me that I had gorgeous eyes;
And I believed you,
When you said they light up like stars, and make my beauty shine like the sun. I smiled;
Believing in the words of my man!

And then you came home,
Staggering like a thief in your own house;
I asked how your day was and you hit me.
The face that was once pretty,
you cover in bruises!
The smile that was once beautiful,
Is no longer visible as you have removed all of my teeth.
The eyes that were once gorgeous are now swollen and scare even my own children.

You call me names,
Starting from a dog ending to a nothing;
And I cry,
Believing in the words of my man!

Today as you walk past my swollen,bruised and toothless dead body covered in blood and laying in a wooden coffin,
I believe you,
When you say I am dead.
Believing in the words of my man!

You looked me in the eye and told me that I was pretty;
And I believed you.
You looked me in the eye and told me that I had a beautiful smile;
And I believed you.
You looked me in the eye and told me that I had gorgeous eyes;
And I believed you,
When you said they light up like stars, and make my beauty shine like the sun. I smiled;
Believing in the words of my man!

And then you came home,
Staggering like a thief in your own house;
I asked how your day was and you hit me.
The face that was once pretty,
you cover in bruises!
The smile that was once beautiful,
Is no longer visible as you have removed all of my teeth.
The eyes that were once gorgeous are now swollen and scare even my own children.

You call me names,
Starting from a dog ending to a nothing;
And I cry,
Believing in the words of my man!

Today as you walk past my swollen,bruised and toothless dead body covered in blood and laying in a wooden coffin,
I believe you,
When you say I am dead.
Believing in the words of my man!