Torment
A straight line is what I crave for,
But my mind curves, when I think of her,
My minds is a typhoon, and my heart is the eye,
She is beauty,
She is happiness,
She is fire!
She is laughter,
And she is Love…
Her face is obscure but her heart burns,
Her fire consumes me,
And the brimstones quench my thirst,
Her face is obscure but her heart burns,
She consumes me,
And I am in torment,
But yet I hope,
I will find her,
And my line shall be straight,
We will dance in the rain,
The wind will carry our music,
The drops will be our mirror,
The angry wind shall be calm,
And the earth shall stand still,
My torment will end,
Her face is obscure but her heart burns.
Copyright © Evans Bungei | Year Posted 2014
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