Moving Target Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa
Moving Target
I talked to Cupid
Asked him to aim his arrows
At your softest spot
"Are you stupid? ", said he
"Cant you see she's a moving target"
My preoccupation with you
Is target practice
Trying to aim right
Pierce your bulls eye
But so far i wont lie
You ve kept me busy
I am getting dizzy
For my target practice
Tell me your secret
Your exposed soft side
For my arrow to strike
Sometimes you love me
Sometimes you dont
Sometimes you miss me
Sometimes you won't
My moving target
Your love at a tangent
Tell me more
How i can score
In your moving Target
Your moving target
Sometimes you love me Sometimes you don't Sometimes you miss me Sometimes you won't//// BLIND LOVE HAS A GOAL; BUT LIBERAL LOVE HAS NO GOAL! ! !
Ha ha, loved the humour. 'Sometimes you love me Sometimes you dont Sometimes you miss me Sometimes you won't' - That's the usual course of the game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:41:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh this is the moving target issue. This is the troublesome issue stealing your piece.