At Least How I See It Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

There is an empty paper...
A pen, full of ink...
There is an empty space...
A brain, full of thoughts
At least how I see it

There is a gap
Space to be filled
There is a will
A longing to be fulfilled
At least how I see it

There are unspoken words
Words to be written down
There arestories
Stories to be written down
At least how I see it

There is a beautiful soul
Yet to be discovered
There is a loving art
Yet to be crafted
At least how I see it

There are people
Whose lives are honest
There are people
Whose lives are straight
At least how I see it

There is a boy willing to be heard
Waiting!
There is a girl wishing to be noticed
Waiting!
At least how I see it

There are hearts beating for each other
Whose echoes unheard
There are hands lying open
Whose fingers unlocked
At least how I see it

There are beautiful voices
With beautiful words to say
There are beautiful promises
With romantic vows to be exchanged
At least how I see it

There is time for everything
And all said
Those things could be about us
That's how you should at least see it
A love story, yet to be, at least how I see it