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Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza


Tourist


In life people have dreams
People have places that they want to go
Places that provide them comfort, rest…
Where they go to forget things and some to build long lasting memories
As a person, meeting you makes me feel like a tourist
Finally I find my dream
At last I have the place that I want to go
In you I have found a place to call home,
Where am comfortable and happy
Because you are beautiful;
Let me travel with you to that heart that seems unreachable
Give me a lift in your life;
That I should closely enjoy the view of the beautiful you
Slowly, guide me to such beautiful places in your life;
That you call special moments
I want to learn more of you and know the secrets to your precious treasures…
I mean allow me in your boundaries as a tourist…
Not just any but the one to stay…
Let me travel in your life
So you find out how much I have to share with you
Then you will probably grant me to stay…
And that way, you will know I am a different tourist
Because all I want to do is to love you, share what I am with you
Let me be the tourist that never returns home
For you are my comfort place…

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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