Why Does Loving You Feel So Wrong Poem by Mpho Leteng

(Written by Mpho Leteng & Jennifer Legotlwane, edited by Onalethuso Petrus Ntema)

1. So you are still out-and-out with that old passion?
I look cogently at you actively warbling that song, unchanged,
You sing out the aridity of deceased poems in the levelheadedness they ranged
You sing perfectly the words I need to hear!
Your voice fondles my within at such easy charge,
In your realm my heart weeps to belong,
It calls to merger the love, to piece the pieces in throng
But I'm too feeble to abide the bearing so strong,
I love you, but it feels so wrong; I don't know why!

2. My heart still sings songs of late melodies long;
Synonymous with ancient rhythms that need not to be taught,
But told in stories and words that need not be translated,
My days still shine with smiles of love but hatred;
Beneath me darkened its arms dark and waited,
I dream of impassioned nights and stealthy aftermaths...
My mistake was not to love but who I loved,
Your words were like salve to my wounds…
You made me believe in eternity, that I could live forever and;
Your words would sustain me.
Illusions, illusions! I loved you, and it feels so wrong I don't know why!

3. Your voice leaks out sharply;
Like hell's knife-edges cutting through a vein!
Our voices weep loud, louder and loudly;
Like death's child at edges through the pain,
I train my mind behind me like a famed fool
O! How cool, I lose my seeing in the love lovey spool
And you fool! I choose my feelings above toes, for love's a tool,
That rules above eyes of its beholder beneath the moon,
I need you like the light of words in Jen Worlds scripts,
I need you like sunshine above heads in distant worlds deep,
I need you to send me through,
And I will wipe off tears from your eye's tip,
I need you to let me on through so I could fall into your grateful embrace,
I need you like I need God in my life but loving you feels so wrong, and I don't know why! ?

4. But for once, let us forget the world with all its flaws,
Cocoon ourselves in the safety of our embrace and loose ourselves in these scripts,
Remind ourselves once again that every word has its worth,
So mind not the dollars
For the cents is all we got, for now...
Forget about tomorrow,
For the night is yet to age.
I love you,
And I will love you still,
Though it feels wrong, still.