"The Personal is Political" African diaspora political commentary, life-love-and music.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Loves intended purpose
How can you find a way to forget
A glass of wine perhaps
And yet
A bottle half full or half empty is still meaningless in that
The thought still remains
A little hazy the image but enough to tug on the heart
To raise the pulse
Sigh
You have been captured
And resistance will never prevail
Over loves intended purpose
It will not accept defeat
A long walk
To ponder on the beauty of nature
In the hope it will detract from the beauty you see
In your mind’s eye
When thoughts turn to the one you love
The weather beaten jacket you wear
Is suitable attire for what lies beneath
Battered yet not beaten
Dejected
Yet never rejected
Only surety will set you free
Announce it to your heart
What will be will be
Early summer days
And chilly summer nights
Yet warmth do you feel
As you realise time has passed
again you will meet
A never ending pause
Impatience gathers speed
No longer for denial can time be allocated
For time is precious
No longer a desire to forget
Neither wine nor walks of love can subdue
its intended purpose
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