Norman Mukwakwami

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.
Lips pouted.

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 dreaming.
For waking up.

Love makes beauty more vivid,
Sounds clearer,
Colours brighter,
Scents more alluring.
It keeps you smiling.
It makes you believe nothing else matters,
Nothing but love.
Nothing but YOU!

Comments about The Muse by Norman Mukwakwami

  • (5/12/2011 9:34:00 PM)

    I'm guaranteed a great poem everytime i stop by.
    so original in style, it hurts,

    but in this case, too positive.
    when love dissolves, it will leave u desolute, in utter despair
    so enjoy it while it lasts

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  • Leah Ayliffe (5/12/2011 10:56:00 AM)

    I really LOVED this poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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