The Muse - Poem by Norman Mukwakwami
Why? she asks,
Why do you always write about love?
A mischievous smile creases her face.
Arms across her ample chest.
Love, I say
For a moment, i'm lost for words.
I'm at that age, I tell her,
Where love is the ruling passion.
The perceived reason for living.
For waking up.
Love makes beauty more vivid,
Scents more alluring.
It keeps you smiling.
It makes you believe nothing else matters,
Nothing but love.
Nothing but YOU!
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