The Proposal - Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa
Is it love or am sick, perplexedly am living
Not sure of anything not even myself
It’s a game I started but can’t end
A strong wall I build around myself,
Now I cannot come out, imprisoned
I am imprisoned by my heart and soul
That have led me to this a fatal day
There is not even back, its impossible,
Denial, my heart will disown me
Pretence, I shall shame myself trying.
I must stand my ground and tell her,
Tell her maybe she may understand
This I can’t keep by heart any longer
My heart, won’t let me go with this,
A pain am causing it each new day
I have to let her know, am not sick
It is love that causes me this fever
Fever I get when you touch my hand
A love that written in her cute name
That love I won’t keep away anymore
I love you, I have always loved you.
Will you marry me, please?
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