Treasure Island

Sicelo Sithole

(09 April 1986 / Durban, South Africa)

How Much I Love You


Sea shores can sing praises of the dead and lonely shells
Words from the inside can gather sweet melodies unbound by evil spells
I am the architect of all these words building towers and memories I glide on
How much I love you can’t compare or even be shared within the hearts forlorn
I am used to the absence of you, in that time I build words of love for you
If words were roads to riches, the art of poetry imposed to the thoughts few
You will be the richest being, swinging forever on the eternal core of my love
How much I love you
Cannot be proven true by man of flesh mortal amongst us, including me and you
But by God who waits steadily on the shores of the good heavens above

Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009

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