Now that
I have
learnt my place
It is time
To teach
Them theirs

To write,
What you feel
And to feel
What you write
Is the feeling
When you feel truly right
Inspired

Expectation is the root of all heartache



(it certainly is the root of my heartache)

what are empty promises on the lips of a
stranger?
just words
no, what are they?
a personification of my blind trust

so, who are you?

Elsewhere another weeps hopelessly
At the loss of love as strong as mine
Another back too is sliding down a wall
As lovers waltz carelessly in the garden of laughter

Heaven is surely here,
hidden within the
heart of man as love.
This is heaven
that I feel within.
Pure bliss
it is definitely.
My whole being
resonates to it.
I am grateful
for this moment
in time.
Filled with
unimaginable love,
A love that sheds
a joyous tears.
Sacred and pure,
it is here to
keep and hallow me.
A love that
forgives and forgets,
a love that
remember nothing
but just to please
and love deeply.
A love that
counts no errors,
but enfolds and
comforts you.
No guilt or deceit
can ever penetrate it.
Though sometimes painful,
it heals without a scar.
Weighed on a scale of
divine purity,
it binds the heart
with joyful tenderness
and sets it free.
This love
doesn't criticize,
it admonish
with compassion,
not confusion.
That life you
wanted so much,
is in your heart,
it will sprout to bring
glory to your soul.
Never minding what
you see or feel.
If it finds you worthy
will rest and abide
in you forever.
Cherish this
moment always
for you may never
have it back ever.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

If tomorrow never comes for me
If I shall not wake in the morning
Would you know I love you
Would you know I care