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As a devotee of love, I'm deeply ensnared,
A romantic enthusiast, fervently declared.
I'm patient and poetic, crafting love's tale,
Whipping up meals for you, without fail.
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I am a deep lover
A helpless romantic, a fanatic
A patient kind of lover
A poetic kind of lover
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The day we presented.
The silence was menacingly loud when it was my turn, scared I'd make a mistake I trembled in fear.
As though I was the last man standing on a battle field I felt alone
Like no matter how loud the class cheered I'd not hear a single voice,
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GROW OLD WITH ME.
*Clear your schedule and come with me
*Do anything to or with me
*But never leave me.
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paul⚜️:
•Confessions are better in person
•But i've chosen to ink my feelings on paper
•Write word by word from margin to end
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paul⚜️: Mfumu kazi
•an epitome of an African woman
•Chocolate skin, a melanin Queen
•Your skin as smooth as the abyssal plains
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Among!
Yawp! My heart screams
Exasperated from the slavery of my mind
Facing the disbelief of my own opinion in front of others
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Compelled by the rage inside the burning Furnace of muscle and pump machine
Dressed decently in hurt
i don't know what i fear more, the thought of being without Credence.
Or the trauma from the thought of loosing the most precious treasure of the universe.
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The Best Poem Of paul mumbuna
You...
poem- With you.
it's not the food, it's the cooking with you...
Its knowing I'll end up eating with you...
its eating and knowing everything I eat will have some for you...
And when I cook...
it's the knowing that even if you don't have appetite you will have a spoon or two
It's watching crappy films knowing that's what you want to do And on the night I'm alone finding I want to watch them too..
It's not the spark when we first met it's the fire i have built in loving
you.
It's not the phone, its texting when I'm missing you.
It's not the books, it's the solving questions while sitting next to you.. And even though I'd get some wrong I enjoy sitting right next to you
It's not the walks, it's the talks when we head Congo way.. and I fall in love with the way you talk, laugh and look all over again.
I want to grow old knowing you can count on me... And in the times I helped you didn't need to thank me...
it's not about me, its hoping you know how much I love you... and that I want be here long enough to gather dust with you.
It's not the songs, it's how much I relate with the lyrics in 'loving you
Its not the dress it's what you make of it when you fit in it
It's not the cup it's the way you sip from it...
How you make me laugh, how I make you cry and you forgive me after...
It's how much I enjoy our non stop chater...
It's not the hugs, it's how I smile like you days after...
It's not the shirt, it's the fact that I came from you when you didn't have to...
And yes I don't have to, but I want to spoil you...
With a surprise or two and it's not a cost knowing I'm doing it for you....
Its writing poems knowing they're meant for you.
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