In between four eyes: By VaChikepe The Poet 27/1/14

 

My imagination,

Cannot comprehend your beauty!

Oooh my dear…

I wish to see,

Your face everyday…

So I can satisfy,

The anxiety of

My heart desire!

 

The anxiety of my heart desire…

The fulfillment of that day,

The first day I saw you…

Before my loneliness

And my eagerness to be happy,

And to happyfy!

 

In between four eyes

I felt the shaking of my ribs

In between four eyes

I could not stop smiling at you

And in between four eyes

I could not stop the overflow of my humour,

That left my face plastered with beauty! 

That pushed me closer to your ears

And that…that enhanced that eruption

Of those beautiful love words

From my saddened and roasted heart!

 

In between four eyes

Danced the love of our hearts!

 

To my surprise

I could not surprise,

But comply!

 

To my complication,

I could not complicate

But simplify!

 

To my weakness

I could not witness

But I kept on advancing!

 

Close to your shoulders

I became!

Close to your ears

I whispered!

And so deep

Into your heart,

I searched for that treasure!

 

That treasure…

The beauty of yourself

The monolog of my heart desire!

Why did I meet you,

Inspires my heart to feel your body!

Why did I meet you,

Enforces me to be thanked

Before I think!

And shuns away misery

From my scissor!

 

Love, love, love…

Some called her a game…

Some called her a feeling…

Some called her a match…

And some called her a pain

But I call her the way1

The endless way to rediscover yourself!

 

When I am so in love

I run after the second hand for you

Just to overtake his space!

When I am so in love

I run after your tinniest dream

Just to overtake his inability!

And when I am so in love

I run after your misery

Just to burn his shadow beyond recognition!

 

Of cause that has left me with many scars…

But in between four eyes,

I saw scales of scars,

Falling down with a thud

From both worlds…

And I saw smiles of freshness

From a new bornself!

 

New bornself I love

New bornself I will forever love!

An element of prayer in my soul,

To be born once and for good!

Love in its traditional sense,

Love blessed from the heavenly places.

I guess this remains for our last tick

Of the big clock to answer!

 

But what I know is…

In between four eyes

I stammered for your love

And you murmured for my attention!

An end written in your own words

In another…another page

With another pen

From a different hand!

In between four eyes

Only the two understood

The same, differently!

Love…

effervescing…

In between…

The four eyes!

 

 

“It wasn’t easy…but we make it eazy!”