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Jan 2013
I see it in your eyes
The twinkle in my heart shines through them
I feel it in your soul
It is I you long to hold
If only chills could speak
You would know that your warmth makes me weak
In the very tone of every word
Every word you utter has weight
The syllables stretch as if you speak in melisma
The way you move
The way you blush and move about
Shy and psyched by the eccentric emotion running through you
You smile and make me a guy
How, how could I make a woman the apple of my eye
The apple of my eye shine so bright that it gives birth to a young tender tree
You hiss waves of bliss as the love chokes you and you can only be saved by a kiss
I hesitate and reminisce
Thinking about the days I did not give into your rules
Sharpened by the blades of poetry, I levitate thinking you will follow me
You stand and wonder how I could be such a fool
To let a lovely doll fall into the arms of a ******
The winds of time breathe rain
We both wait again, to see the day
The day our scattered seeds of love blossom into a flower
I will have you and our bright and blooming flower
And together at the tree we will be, no matter the feat, no matter the hour.
Written by
SeeNhlanhla Moment  29/M/Witbank, South Africa
(29/M/Witbank, South Africa)   
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