Neighbour Poem by ASIIMWE SIMON ROLANDS

When your face faces mine,
In my heart, something starts to grow.
And every day I see you coming down,
I watch you from the corridors of the first floor,
And down, you come in your noble gown.
But there is that pain I feel;
Like an arrow in my chest or thorns in my feet,
It’s an agony of love that glow,
Love that can never at any time die,
But love to stay behind the door
Because I’m not yours and you ‘aren’t mine.
And though I would wish you to be mine,
My birth can’t allow it to be.