A Strange Attraction Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's not uncommon
To find treasure inside the closet
But this treasure is inside my heart
It does not glitter like gold
Or sparkle with a thousand carats
It's a strange attraction
That draws me to it
Like a rose, it's seductive
And full of mystery
It's the absence of form or meaning
That gives my treasure its value
It's the ageless fabric
The smooth contours
And the absence of man-made inscriptions
That gives my treasure its timeless beauty
Like a garment of Love
My treasure wraps around my being
Giving me hope, joy and peace
It's the flawless tone
The colourless fabric
That is stuffed in my heart
I am clothed with this treasure
From head to toe
The substance of my being is submerged
Swallowed by this beautiful gem
There is no blemish or defect
Just the purity of its fabric
It's a strange affection
Between me and Love
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