Confession #2 Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

It's been weeks of restful nights
and bright days..
Had i met you before,
I'd have given you more than what I'm offering now
I cannot deny
I am confused!
I am convinced that.....
this... us..
there's a story that is yet! to be wrote....

May i be an author
To jot this love journey
I'd prefer to call it a "DESTINY"
I'm not so good with words of laceration
For i tremble every time i try to jot a poem of Inclination....

Maybe i was never loved
Maybe i thought i was loved
Deceived by lust constructed in the "love" phrase..
And now that I'm loved by you
I feel less of pain
I forget my dire breathing moments when I'm wrapped in your arms

Yes!
in your absence i cant think of anything or anyone but you...
The wind of my love keeps on blowing your way
I guess that's where my heart longs for
To be close to your armour
To give and to share the fruits of laceration...

Each day i look in your eyes
I feel like a maiden who have to go down the journey of inclination
Fighting to occupy the centre of your ardour..
It seem to be a long path
I could barely see the light
But I'm willing to walk far for you...

Baby!
If it's love
Let it guide me
If it's wisdom
I guess i will be wise
If it's a castle
Maybe I'm the Queen to occupy the throne
If it's a journey
I wouldn't mind if you'd hold my hand and lead me to my destiny.......