I Can't Find Any Hate In Me Poem by Titto Mutunguti

I fell in love with a beautiful girl
A girl, an art of being.
A girl like Rose,
Full of prickles,
She would prick my heart
Causing itto bleed.
with every touch of care,
She would awaken my wounds,
And she didnt care.
Despite the bumpy ride
I held on tight, all night.
the tough love developed muscles.
And I hurt her even.
Days flew by,
Though pricky,
She was willing to learn
And I was willing to learn
howto step on a thorn
Without it penetrating my flesh.
With constant scourging
My heart grew Numb.
I accepted her
And she became my night lamp.
The light that brightened my world.
How I wish it wasnt too late,
If only the lamp oil was pure,
Then there wouldnt be a wound to cure,
The explosion tore us apart,
Leaving us no choice but to part
I hated the feeling,
It felt irreplaceable,
And forgetting impossible,
I hoped to thrust my way forward with hate
So I climbed down deep
into the dark parts of my heart
Searching for hatred.
Day and night,
But to no avail.
I couldnt find any hate in me,
Thanks to love,
I am forever in debt.
It set me free.
I am forever free.