Called To Love Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In its many silent ways
Across the sealed doors of my consciousness
Love waited patiently
For the door to open
For me to listen
To the silence within

In its many silent ways
Love pursued me
In the privacy of my thoughts
And even the sanctity of my sleep
Love whispered its secrets
In those awkward moments
Love was calling me

In its many subtle ways
Love caught up with me
Through the lips of poetry
Love kissed me
And I was hooked
Love is my obsession
My medicine
And my Lover