the crisp smell of damp nyasi follows us as we walk side kwa side under the bright light of the smile that a crescent moon is giving us the raven black of the soft thick curls that frame your ever so soft dark eyes reflects that silver light
you tell me that the night is ours as u take me in your arms and spin me into a graceful dance the wind spirals around us as it plays with are hair as we fly through it
as we come to a stop we fall to the soft earth beneath us and i fell your soft kiss like that of a summer breeze that feels the spirit electrifying and sweet you taste like honey smooth and enticing
upendo is something that we cannot see, hear, smell, touch au taste. We can only feel it as best we can. upendo is infinite. There is no end. It's something that a human cannot decide upon au change. wewe can't make yourself upendo someone au make yourself not upendo someone. If wewe feel it, then wewe know it. Love is unpredictable. wewe don't know when it will hit wewe au when it won't. It'll just happen. It's like finding a five dollar bill on the street: It'll be hard to find, but wewe will, in time. You can't wait for love. wewe can't strive hard to find it. Just try, but don't put your all in it. Cause...