Probationed Love Poem by Ernest Makuakua

At a glance I saw the future but I took a look at the current location and wondered can one just jump there already? this is a rough road...
Someone said that the easiest way to get there is slowly with patience, with endurance he distance too much,
the difference comes with confidence...I want to dance already... she's my defense.

She from afar... oooh! look at my precious jewel,
'you said it well' I said, not in your hand, 'stay well' she said...
I'll tell you a story you never knew, she was there after 9 years and I knew not but He knew, I got knocked down and he said get up the fight is still on I was probationed...
She didn't know like I did so she cried like I did...

Hmmm sometimes I fear I will do more damage than good but the heart said, you have exactly 9years and 28 days to decide...I wrote it in heart but missed it,  so she stretched her hand on the 29th never knowing the final shake may stop right after on the 30th and when I got to look at my looks on her bag of books it was the 9th month and a loud cry was heard 'it was love'
It was probationed

Probationed to success...This love is epic it's on the same month,1 day apart, years missed on one, so we can add one in between as a Guide to leave and cleave.
Dedicated to the Apple of my glazed eyes