If I'm allowed to talk,
what will i say of you,
my love.

What can i say
even now,
as words to
describe you escape
my mouth.

But the heart
still holds you up
as if you are water
in a container
to quench a thirsty throat.

A life giving
fresh air in
the heat of the desert.

A warm covering
in a cold weather.

There's no words
to describe you,
no i don't have any.

To describe you
is like describing the air.

You have no color,
you have no taste,
you can't even
be touched or
seen or even stolen.

But yet,
you have eyes
to see,
you have hands
to feel,
you have face unseen,
you have taste unmatched.

Like water,
you chose the heart
you want to dwell in.

You flo ,w anywhere
and wherever you choose.

Talking about you is
to talk about
your essence,
divine and pure sweetness,
excess love and beauty.

You are so
profoundly powerful,
yet perfect and uncommon.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.