Spanish Rose, Tasting The Stars Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

I am kind of aman who want you but not for himself.
I am kind of a man who likes you but not for himself.

I am kind of a man who feel things for you with my heart and sing songs i failed to sing before, and drink wines i never had before.

I am kind of a man who is angry to have you. Without you, my life is likea famer who don't know how to irrigate his crops.And i am dying slowly in my chambers, i can't write but think about what i think its you.

I am kind of a man who have bank of red roses for you, written your name, the roses that might become dollars.

I am kind of a man whowrite your name beforei slept and get arrested in takingthought in yourname and never repose.

I am kind ofa man who sees you as Spanish rose, andarrest my own mind with you that way,and i can't parish the thought ofa Spanish rose.

I am kind of a man who write and read you but not with my left hand. I amkind of a man who sign your name to my heart.

I am kind of a man who think about you but not with my mind because my heart is buying everything.

I am kind of a man who is arrested by you.I am in your gentle prison. Ilabour under the curse and the light is dark.

You are kind of a woman who have the keys to my prison. A kind of a woman who have cure for my curse and light for my darkness.

I am kind of a man; who is kind of a man, interested in kind of a woman; a woman, who is kind of a woman.