Smile for her.
Don’t die for her.
Live for her instead.
She won’t torch your heart,
But will touch your heart.
She will preserve the dreams blowing in midnight breezes for you.
Together you will fuse into familiar symphony.
Tenderness slips through her open arms.
Dedicated ardour finds you in sweet solitude.
Righteous intent ponders she with a wonder.
She is wisdom.
She is peace.
She is you.
Brave look, and I have stolen some future.
Sweet stolen haze.
Kind of familiar but fleeting.
A certain look in the eye, and my comforts are promised.
It is the missing link, the missing piece in our epic saga soap opera.
I have been searching in vain,
It was hard.
But in this she,
It is some different metaphor.
Fear of vast possibilities hold I at ransom.
Suddenly, reality is too real and giving in and surrendering completely is some daunting chore.
She, an acquittance is gone.
© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee