Poetry Gave Me You! ! ! Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I believe in in poetry because it gave me you.
Just like the saying; , good things come to those who wait,
I waited
I waited patiently for my heart to cool and to be able to love once again.
It had been shuttered prematurely like the
Mulungushi Textiles in Kabwe.
I had closed my heart like the reflector ribbons at the crime scene.

The opposition against me by other people.
The tight security you received to prevent you from talking to me.
Your calmness in your speech, your hard-work demonstrating
A cultured and well groomed behavior,
And your beauty that reflected in my eyes.
Gave me a reason love again.

Love conquers anything, despite the tight security on you,
I at-least manged to book a date with you for worship in the chapel.
Your smiles, were magical neutralizers of my sadness.
Just like the quote, ‘In front of a cute lady, every man becomes a poet'
I saw myself prophesying ahead like it Prophet T.B Joshua.
To you I said,
‘During this arena, when you climb a tree for camp obstacles, i shall be your camera man.
When you start crawling on the rope, i will give you the boostele.
When you become tired and about to fall, i will be
There as your life saver.
When you fall, i shall hold you.
When you faint, i will give you first aid so that when you regain consciousness,
I want you to first see me before anyone.

Because of love, all these came to pass,
As my casualty, yours was the special attention.
I believe in poetry because it gave me you.
That evening I recited a sweet poem fro my heart to yours.
Poetically, I spoke, poetically held you and poetry my love for you was detected.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step,
I took a step and poetically you told me, you love me to.
Poetically I am deeply drowned in
Your love.
What more can I say? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?