My Blue Eye Dragon

I know we just met, but I can’t forget our first kiss on top of the table mountain, and the second next to that Corner where boys play soccer in a dusted clouds road barefooted I'm not saying it’s going to be perfect, even Obama’s still gets that intense annoyed look saying what is this black doing in the white house, I assume others still think ‘we cannot’ why couldn't while you promise we can, why didn't he say we could not “we can”. I'm not saying people won't misjudge us, and paint pictures that make sense, or even reprint the pictures that remind us the days of the apartheid. But let's take a walk at your backyard, let's make love like there is no tomorrow. I'm not saying people won't say you just a white guy that is confused but let's take a chance. Even though I believe that lotto is a myth. it’s not going to be easy, Even after 20 years of democracy, somewhere in South Africa there are still people who want to walk on the national flag and tear it apart in disgrace to show dissatisfaction. I’m just a young girl from the township who just learned her first sentence in English. Some people may stereotype, plant unknown hatreds, and imagine how our kids will look like while holding hands walking in waterfront. Even though we love each other so deep, I know they will always be some people out there who will always think that I’m after your riches and fortune, I know how often a good relationship loses out because of people’s dictatorship, But I cant compete with the country, my people says i undermine my background, and have forgotten my history so easy that I betray freedom fighters, Your people say there is nothing I desire more than your fortunes. Obvious the country says we can’t be, My dragon my warrior, my first real love My prince charming that came into my dream and made it a reality. My blue eye white dragon, how I miss your smile But now I see you from the distance, because the world says NO, The rain has come, the rainbow has disappeared, The mist has covered the dreams we had, My white dragon, how I miss your face, your love, your hugs, and the way we exchanged breath ant interlock our sexual desires, Boy how I love your touch, I lose words to describe it. I wish I can say that all is in the past, when you use your tempting voice at 2 in the morning telling me exactly what I want to hear, I wish we can just forget about the language barriers, the statistics and area act and just be. My blue eye dragon