I Can't Love You Enough Poem by Wafula p'Khisa

(... for Tamara)

The song I sing for you, may be punctuated by occasional pauses
But it will never kiss its dead end-
Nobody stops singing love songs
unless the bird he sings for(and its drummer) flies away
Or some evil thing eats into his soul.

In the grip of this evil age
where one's ability to stay afloat the waters of romance
with the laugh of his life
dangles loosely on how deep his pockets are
I'm a miserable bird, bereft of the energy to fly atop the palm tree
But dying for the sweet scented nectary flowers yonder.

I'm a miserable bird, bereft of the energy to carry you around the universe
As if aimless wanderings render love more delicious!
Though I keep boredom at bay with enchanting sing-songs
Though I offer you my umbrella; and walk in rain naked
with your little weight on my back
Though I've planted thorns of jealousy around you
to keep off prying eyes of evil men
I fall short of what it takes to love an angel like you.

I desire to stay around you at all times-
Count stars at night; as we appreciate the moon's romantic gesture with love
Dance in the rain, and chorus the refreshing songs of the sea
I desire to move the world, creating space thence
for a home to Marius & other pregnant dreams
But duty steals my time, dearest; and life holds me in debt
Thus I appear and disappear from your sight like ripples on water.