I knew what you did to me,
But I didn't know why;
So I labelled It Love,
And I let It lie...
Deep within my soul,
Safely stored until now.
But without me knowing,
grew stronger than my vow.
A prisoner outlasting jail,
A slave turned master;
A Thing I can't restrain;
Towards you, moving faster.
As if It smells the blood of Its own kind,
and longing for Its mother there to rest.
It can't see, hear, taste or touch,
But I know my Love has loved you best.
This is one of the better rhythm and rhyme pieces I have read in my reviews here. There is so little to speak of negatively, that I simply choose not to do so. That is because the readers will not notice the difference. A worthy 9. GW62
nice piece and no doubt you're the modern day gladiator of love.keep writing bro.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely brought forth from the heart. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Nkululeko.
Wow! ndiyavuya xa ndibona abantu abancinci benomdla nge poetry, this is where umnotho wesizwe ukhoyo.betha ungayeki, I enjoyed the poem, it is superb ntwana...keep writing. Siya_! !
i must say that i really did enjoy this read and look forward to reading more of your work. Blessed be, Fallon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing Mntwana wase Khaya! this poem is an ccurate description of how love sometimes creeps in without us knowing isnt nice to write in Xhosa sometimes? wanelisa