Fear is in the eyes of the beholder
Love is the presents of the love maker
So they say
What does that mean?
Love of my life I think I found
The first time I saw him
I got blinded
So blinded
I bumped into him and stepped onto his toe
But he apologized
For I stepped onto his toe he apologized
He said “ oh sorry sisi, I didn’t see you, are you okay”
I said, “ I’m sorry, yimi onyathele wena, I should apologize to you
He offered me a drink and I accepted
He bought me a cheese sandwich
As if he new it was my favorite
As if I new it was his favorite
Love at first site I wont call it
It’s been 3months already
I still don’t know how I feel about him
I still don’t know what to call our relationship
My heart was pumping and pounding
My eyes flooded with tears yet
My soul didn’t drown
My blood was boiling on a cold day
My knees were weak
But my feet were steady
I loved him and I didn’t know
I loved him and I didn’t realize how much
I didn’t feel myself smiling at him
Oh but I’m alone in my room
How wonderful
I felt like I’m on honeymoon everyday
Oh how beautiful to be loved
After romantic loving
A couple of kids we had too
I thought soon it would be
I thought soon he’d say, “Will you? ”
Instead of discovering me on a higher level
He discovered another woman
Maybe she enjoys cheese sandwich like he does.
After many years of loyalty and honesty
We broke up
I still love him but I still don’t know
I still love him yet I’m still not sure
Zanele F Mavuso
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem