Nqubeko chase Sithole


Survive My Love - Poem by Nqubeko chase Sithole

What if the lights went off, would we be still able to see each other? What if I stopped talking to you, would you be still be able to tell me you love me? What if I stopped loving you, would you be still able to tell me you love me? What if I stopped singing to you, would you still want to make love to me? What if I died tonight, would you still love in the morning? What if I decided not to die, would you stay with me forever?

U remind me of the women in poetry, I love them, I love them. They cry deep into their souls and execute the thought of love. They express their pain in tears while they recite and continue to recite. They shout out so that their voice will be heard, and they smile because they have said what they wanted to say. Their skin changes with mixed emotions, ohm, how I love them. They think deeper than the ocean, visualise higher than the sky. They are deep, "I love them". They show poetry in a form of heaven, sort of a religion.

Just remind me when I loved you; I'll remember when I fell for you. Since the day I fell for you, I loved you and since then, I survived you love.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/29/2013 3:21:00 AM)

    I survived you love. good one. I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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