love

Under the street of influence,
The lowest staircase of my heart,
If love was a sentence filled not with pretence,
For your I was ready to get hurt,
Just like God made man from dust,
I tried to make love out of lust,
But I kept drowning in the pool of my own love,
I keep denying myself loving you,
I know you love me my dear,
But love is my fear,
I am not afraid of love but of getting hurt,
I am not afraid of showing my emotions but breaking my heart,
But yes I love you,
So much I lack words,
Yes come let's visit the end of the earth on foot,
You have made me stupid,
The cupid arrow still in me,
Do you know how hard my heart beats for you,
The rhythmic poetic beats,
The whispers of the wind,
So melodic it sings your name,
I know you love me not for the fame,
I feel I should make you my wife,
Thank the lord for this beautiful life,
You came to my life and lifted the lid out of the pot of love,
Dried my oceanic tears,brought down the mountains that shielded me from love,
Yes to you am weak to my knees,
The love of my life,
Yes it gives me pleasure,
That am your treasure,
I may not say it often,
But look at my eyes and see what you do to me,
Feel how warm my cold hands turn with the sight of your smile,
I used to cover my pallid face with a fake smile,you came and made it genuine.
Ras Godisoh