Which Love? Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

You can hold your loves one close to you but you cannot be sure if their close to you....
Love is such a beautiful thing in our lives.
We give our heart to those we trust with a hope they won't break them
We love unconditional from the benefit our feelings
We tell ourselves to leave a space for disappointment
But we don't real tell our hearts to do the same for the power of appointment

Actually we don't have the power to control our heart who to love,
How much must it love, gold will never be platinum
We can only tell our conscience when it came in to it maximum.
We love for some reasons to make meanings,
We love to be taken care of, as our stress beatings
We love to satisfy our feelings.

When our reasons of loving are not taken care of
We feel that they is no love anymore.
Then we turn back and say I don't love anymore.
That time heart will be telling a different story
Within it we will be noticing that love is still booming as glory
If still satisfied in our pleasures can’t be sorry

Our needs in love still taken care of
Now days even if love isn't there anymore
But will pretend and stay on it
But the acts of the heart will destruct the act of a loving fake person.
Then who should decide when love is over?
Is it our heart or our conscience...?

Somehow we will be holding each other telling each other fairy-tales.
Discerning that the love is fading like hummer
Fading as dews in the morning summer
Reminiscing that heartbeat of a drummer
Kissing love good bye without rammer