Vacuously I seem to focus.
Staring in the blues, not even a single clue.
You seem to be coyishly fading away.
A feeling of cachet flowing in and out of you, deeply
Oozing from your curved up smile.
For sure without a doubt I’d walk miles to have you ,but you seem to be brusque about it.
Let me assure you of my intention, since Am not trying to tame you, but let you be wild as the jungle itself.
Apprehensively your continuous shot glances gets the better of me.
Acquiescently I seem , but acquiesce I am fervently overwhelmed by an unknown feeling to me.
Sir. George Githunguri
© Jul 2013
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So profound. Perfectly crafted lines
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