Take me to that place.
That special place.
Take me again.
To that beautiful place.
The place that sunshine never fades nor wanes.
A place where memories lingers.
A place where love rests on petals of eternity.
A place where hearts thrives in perpetual bliss.
A place where dreams dwells.
A place where tranquility prevails.
Take me to this place.
I want to go to this place again.
I want to dwell on this place again.
It is a special place.
It is a sweet place.
I have rested in this place.
I have honed wisdom in this place.
Let that moment be me.
Let that moment be us.
I want to go this place.
Let us walk and work together,
Till we reach that place.
Please let us go before dark darkness finds us.
© Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee
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.
The warm and caring morning sunshine, kissing a willing countenance,
Wiping away the night’s vestiges from the eyes, and welcoming a delighted dawn,
And holding dreams in a tender embrace, and cooing songs of hope,
Is the epitome definition of love.
Love is the fresh mountain breeze,
That breathes in an inner tranquility, welcoming some early bliss,
Love is a toddler’s sure grin and implicit trust, her tiny soft fingers devoutly and intently gripping a hand.
This is love spawned and bestowed and ready to be celebrated.
Love is mellow and cleverly probing lyrics and in a melodious flows,
It is a singer’s voice serenading love’s rich promises and imbuing a willing soul.
The hypnotic guitar riffs reveal and unfurl heart’s deep desires.
Love is a beautiful song sung by a loving heart in fathomed tunes.
At night, maternal moon uncloaks shadowed night’s romances and mysteries.
She shadows a lover’s ephemeral dreams in shy and soft lights.
She whispers love. She echoes love.
The stars twinkles silhouetted greetings and bear witness to love’s truest moment.
A moment no one can deny but humbly acknowledge.
The night’s breezes brazenly breezes honed emotions,
Love as powerful deity.
This is love.
Copyright 2012 Ayoub Mzee