The Plight Of A Lover Boy Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

THE Plight of a Lover Boy
Open mind, single thought; your love to find for tis thee I sought; Hearts so kind for tis the at fault; when our hearts did bind lotsa demons I fought; By your broom, off my feet I was swept and while I was still on the ground I knocked you down head over heels you fell by my words; you made me smile, at your sight hairs up despite having a brush; I swear sometimes I'd even blush; when you mentioned my names I'd be shy; I had heard them before several times but from you was always my favorite; I couldn't tell if it's because of your British accent or because I belonged in an asylum for being madly in love with you; I thought of you every chance I had; sometimes I'd be guilty, because I thought, I thought about you one too many times someone would read my thoughts like an open book; but t swear I thought about you and nothing else mattered…
In time I shall have you and we will be united like Manchester football club; I belong in your arms kinda like a lioness and her cab; I may be In-sane but if you are the subject then I don't see why anyone would wanna be out; sometimes I think I was born to love you because with you I don't feel any doubt; could be that I wait in vain but the little seconds our lips were in-sync is enough to make me forget about the pain of having to lose you again; See! I miss you so much but I just blame it on my poor aiming skills; so every night I pray you return in my arms your once circle of joy; I mean! My friends think I'm losing it but in truth I have never really been good at winning either except for that little time I won you my Achilles heel.