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Abigael Mwarambe Poem
Hold me in your arms like a newly born baby.
Be a mirror when i have lost my identity.
You are my thoughts when am in deep worries.
You are me when i have lost my character,
While I wonder through this
fearing the unknown.
Let me write to your heart Lord,
Let me understand this is it.
Side no Side, I Wont turn back
Copyright © Abigael Mwarambe | Year Posted 2017
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Abigael Mwarambe Poem
He is beautiful,
I scold myself inwardly to his intoxicating eyes.
Is there no way out of his dreamy musical embrace?
His familiar smile rests on the morning sunrise.
Believing there is nothing compared to his beauty.
He is manly beautiful.
I can’t understand why he makes my heart beat so fast,
Flying by my own wings yet still on my feet.
So incredibly beautiful, his moonlight appearance.
Gazing upon his heavenly firm beauty underneath the storm.
God must have crafted him special.
Locked up in his amazing beauty, he is manly beautiful.
I turn my eyes towards his stardust smile, his brown eyes
His words charmed my heart to her beat,
Submitting like a servant to her master on authority
Overwhelmed by his melodious voice,
Thunderous yet gentle like a baby smile.
A master piece, he is manly beautiful.
Copyright © Abigael Mwarambe | Year Posted 2017
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Abigael Mwarambe Poem
I walked by early in the eyes of my beloved.
Staring at his arms wide open to receive today.
Another day in my head, exhausted to think just watch.
Him resting on the beautiful grass at the summer tent
Looking so hopeful of what made sense at that moment,
On my end knowing at twilight I needed survival.
Wishing his sense of hope with give me a wet kiss to awaken mine.
Ssh! My thoughts, let me navigate along his smile to net out the hope.
I wonder what he is thinking! Raising my head a mile, into his dreams,
To see into his dreams, no space between reality and what is to become.
Where everything was created by his image, yet real to my eyes.
I move closer, near his chest to locate his undying heartbeat lived.
Dear God, Let me see what makes sense by him
Copyright © Abigael Mwarambe | Year Posted 2017
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Abigael Mwarambe Poem
I cant say I love you without having beautiful chords in my ears.
I have a story to tell about your beautiful heart for years.
You nurture my flesh and bones like a piece of art,
Painting your sunshine within the rainbow inside my heart.
What a history I have with you my love.
How I know you now is,how I wanted to spend the rest of my life,
My vows that paints a picture of your nature in my eyes.
I wouldn't have it any less than these , my wife.
Growing beneath your embrace, comforting in these strife.
History written in Heaven, my love.
Numbers can’t compare with how many times I stared into you.
Counting the fallen leaves just to find the right musical words,
To tell you how beautiful you are, no one else can compare.
No wealth can compare with the worth that’s inside you.
This kind of love chords is a history to tell, My love.
Copyright © Abigael Mwarambe | Year Posted 2017
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