Teenagers' Love Poem by Musa Gift Masombuka

She requested a self-rendezvous,
After our sweet, smooth, senile love talk,
My metaphor melted her heart,
She felt, this feeling I feel for her,
I tell her is a host of my heart's home.

Inside of her I saw my gardens of Eden,
From her beauty I saw the nature of truth,
Her physicality perplexed my mind,
It felt like open heavens gates to see her,
Though it irked me to observe that they were not open for me,

I felt like a stranger in her company,
I seemed like a stutter in her rendezvous,
Words between us were isolated,
Revelation was my physicality,
Like beating a dead horse,
I saw the reason of her rendezvous no more,
But being just for temptation and pride I couldn't have.

I leave being excruiciated,
No option for me but a deep weep,
Like an infant spiritually wandering,
I realised that she was not yet,
Out of the lion's den but I was,
Teenager's love, love of teenagers