Treasure Island

Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

Only in your love alone,


Only in your love alone
Only in your love alone gave me the free decision,
The promise of that syllogism gave me the accepted love of my will for you,
The will power gave me the intellect of your love,
The act of love of free choice was upon me,
I originally and spontaneity express what I as Iam feel about our love,

Even when you regard me or not I know you can never set me up,
When with you is like a blind evolution that gave me the reason of living,
The inhibition that is in a man would never make me hesitate
, just let me express you alone I love and really need to have.

Submitted: Saturday, May 06, 2006
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