Roots of Love
Roots of Love
I can smell it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I can see it and I have tasted it
It is more than just a touch
It is more than just a feeling
It is more than just a smell
It is more than just hearing it
If it’s LOVE then I want to see it
I am not impressed by fictions; I want to see the facts
Words speaks of the mind while Actions speaks of the heart-
Roots of Love: maybe my five senses cannot apprehend it
I can smell it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I can see it and I have tasted it
I am sorry, maybe I am just responding to the traditional ways of loving
My father said, if you love her, buy her gifts, very indigenous
Pardon me that your truth and my truth are often in contractions
Acknowledged, that I have been taught by my primitive father-
On what love is and how to express love-
So I am habitually lost in lust as love
What is your definition or roots of love?
I just to love you the way you want you be loved
And you just want you to love me the way I want to be loved
Roots of Love: maybe my five senses cannot appreciate it
I can smell it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I can see it and I have tasted it
She gave sex but could not hear her heart beat
He gave me gifts but could not see his heart beat
She told me that our love was her life but could not feel it
He spoke like a gentleman but smelled like vagabond
This love, we spoke it without having it
This love, we heard it without seeing it
We drew pictures with hearts of love
We read novels with the stories of love
But many are still in the wildness wondering with wounds lost from love
Roots of Love: maybe my five senses cannot approve it
Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015
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