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My-Girl Nov 2020
A sunflower from me to you
It is not much, but
I am sure it will do.

This is a bit corny
And a little cliche, but
This is what I do when I express my feelings.

When a certain person feels a different way.
They get a single flower not a whole bouquet.
This is to tell the other person that:
‘To the world they may be one, but
To them they are one big world.’

Cupid is blind, yes we know.
And he surprises people when he plays around with his bow and arrow.
You may never know whom you might fall for.
All you know is that you got struck by an abstract called love.

So you get a single sunflower,
And without expecting anything at all
You say to that person…

“Anodiwa shamwari, iri ruva kubva kwandiri kwauri, nekuti ... ini ndaida kuti iwe uzive kuti ndinokuda iwe kupfuura zvaunoziva.”

So this shouldn't change anything,
Especially how you see me.
I am still the same person as I was yesterday.

I do not wish to be with you.
We are not right for each other.

I just wanted to give you what grew in my garden.
This sunflower is to not be watered, but
Left to die.
Discard it if you must.
It is just a sunflower… nothing special.

- My-Girl
My-Girl Nov 2020
You can never know about this.
This is not right in your world.
I ask for nothing.

In every way we are complete opposites, I do not desire to be with you.
The idea of us, is an idea, not a reality.
So allow me to keep these images of you,
As we part ways, may the memories of me in your mind disappear.
A goddess like you and a mortal  like me can never be together.
- My-Girl
Short story.
My-Girl Nov 2020
I have expressed my admiration of you
From head to toe and,
Mind and soul
Astonishing.

In my mind a song plays
The room goes dark
The spotlight is on you.

I gently stroke my hand down on the right side of your face,
I put my hand in yours
And we dance.

Gliding side to side
Still dreaming in your eyes
Confident and free, I am…
Not… ready… to open up.

The lights are on.
Back to reality now.
These day dreams never end!

They have a way of making you think what’s in your head is your reality.
It’s not!
                                                      You
  ­                                                    Are
         ­                                               A
                ­                                   Figment
                                                        O­f
                                                        My
    ­                                             Imagination!

In reality you see what I want you to see
In my head there is a path of yellow flowers that lead to you.

                                 BUT WE ARE DIFFERENT!
I keep my distance and my feelings hidden to avoid confusion.
It is too dangerous to come close.
Never will we see things the same.
Never could never ignite that sentimental, sensational candle of emotions.

You are a goddess.
I am a mortal,
With an eye that focuses on you.

- My-Girl
Short Story.
My-Girl Nov 2020
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I capture the beautiful things not only with my camera, but with my eyes;
To keep them permanently imprinted in my mind.
Beautiful things like you…

Full lips that are soft and in direct proportion;
The way they curve when you smile is divine and contagious.
It spreads joy.

Your words may be sweet, intelligent, funny, kind and inspiring, but
When I gaze into your inviting big brown eyes
As diffident as I am, I become confident without having to take in what you say.
When I gaze into your eyes
I
   Am
           Trapped!
Standing at the door, curious about the deep mysterious beauty that lies within.

An alluring face,
A work of art,
Highly charming,
It is heavenly angelic.

Skin that is clear and firm;
It glows like a jar of honey in the sun.

A body that is appealing and stunningly beautiful.
The right height.
The right shape.
From the shoulders,
To the *******,
To the figure,
To the curves,
And an amazing soul to match with it all.

An afro that is naturally ***** and curly.
You are your own stylist;
Creative and talented.

A mind that possesses uniquely wonderful qualities.
A determined, strong and bubbly personality.
Looks that are able to arouse desire.
Walks of integrity and self-worth.
A radiant heart of gold.
You are a goddess living among mortals.

- My-Girl
Short story.

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