You are not obliged really
It should come naturally
It’s not supposed to be a chore
Rather something to live for
Circumstances should not be a problem
Displacements can never matter
There’s no manual really
It happens on its own
Most of the time effortlessly
Expectations will always hurt
Damaged will be your heart
And miss out on the beauty
Of loving another unconditionally
I will love you Goddess of Africa
Until my soul disappear into air
The whiteness of my teeth will be seen by your roots
The coarseness of my hair will be cherished by you
Oh, I yell you the mother of my heart!
The pompous effect you have on me
The jubilant feeling you bring to my being
The resurrected heart- beat that wakes the neighbors
The patience you have when you are in labour
I prefer you the opus of my canvas!
My lingering wishes painted in pink
With the absorbance of peace
That keeps my heart on its toes
That relents me to destroy my toys
I will hold on to you with my claws!
In the process hope you don’t bleed
I would never wish to see your cheeks wet
The tears will not look good on you
That it will tarnish your appearance
Verses can certainly not do you uprightness!