Benedict Msawenkosi Khubeka Poet Ballad

Is My Heart Been Stollen

True love cannot be sensed nor seen; 
Cannot be heard nor touched;                    
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.

It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.

All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent; 
Wishes were horses.

Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well; 
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty; 
Two-way communication; 
Not forgetting "give & take".

It is said that
Where there is love; 
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love  one has for the other?

I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!

The writing is on the wall.
I am in love; 
Madly inlove!!!!

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