Kismet

How we met must have been déjà vu,
fate must have purposely made it a coincidental event
to be at the same place at the same time with the solace of my woe.
I became coy yet hysterically smiling like an infant
about to be indulged with sweets.
She's the throne of emotions were authentic love sits.
**

The moment we met my mind temporarily blocked.
Thoughts went to a halt and my brain procrastinated.
The elevated wings of odium and melancholy flocked,
and her eyes played my hemispheres like ukulele that was never projected.
Her words still reverberate in my ears.
She has been distant from my face but yet so close, like tears.
Spiritually we have always kept in contact.
Like gravity to the ground, our bond nobody can abduct.
**

My unconscious solitude resurrected with a companion of passion,
our destined unity is more substantial than engraved folded fists.
We were wedded by the holy spirit that existed before sights became a vision.
I love her like winter mornings love mists.
We will be together until time suffers from amnesia
and ticks anti-clockwise and until cats befriend mice - friendliness made easier.
We will be together until demise suffers from anaesthesia.

Wikipedia cannot define this kind of feeling,
it feeds on thoughts. The more I think of you
the deeper you grow in me, sort of like a bamboo tree,
you stay sullen within my system until maturity,
then what comes after that is just so powerful it can never be described properly.
This rapture of emotion, like a volcano erupting, reaching
its boiling point. Daily my thoughts of you get clearer, like bleaching
of emotion to uncover its purity and cleanliness of heart.

©Vincent Mbatha - @cryptoprofessor

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