Treasure Island

Peter Daniel Phiri

(21/06/1989 / Kadoma)

Burden Of Love


I can't be your lover,
Because I can't love you,
Without hurting you.

I can't have you,
Because I can't lose you.
Nomatter what I do,
I can't run away from you,
But I can't touch you,
I can only love you from a distance.

I learned to be silent,
Since I can't confess my love to you.
Tears no longer run down my cheeks,
For their well has dried up.

I am a bridge to your happiness,
The person you should step on,
To get to your destiny, ..
You happiness.

I'm the reason for your joy,
And you are;
The reason for my pain.
But you are my better half,
My love,
My life,
My soulmate.

You are the reason for my weakness,
For my lack of purpose.

How can I ever fight? ,
For something I can't have, ..
Something that can only destroy you;
My only love.

I don't desire to have money,
Nor do I yearn for treasure,
For I strive for somethings better than money and treasure.

I'm not a seeker of love,
For I have love in abundance,
Though I can't give it away;
The source of my burden,
And my misery.

Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2012
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