colours of love

It is the chase of all childish dreams,
It is endowed with the most delicious perfume,
Forbidden it may but strangely compelling,
It is the instantaneous choice between two evils,

It is the blind leading passion to a dark world,
Churning so heavy like a ship in a storm,
The battle so intense it becomes a duty,
Waiting to be cooled by a single touch

It lives in the secret place no one knows,
It uses the rare moment of surprise,
Everybody is entitled to love and be loved
A single touch to the heart provokes distorted visage,

With caution eyes are looking, searching,
To find the missing words in the puzzle
The words that claim a reconnection,
That locks the pattern so indomitable,

It opens all the superficial denials,
All mazes of hypocrisy of the moment,
Creating a confused vagrant heart,
Who is happy to surrender to its allure!


10 thoughts on “Colors of Love

  1. Hello Kamunde, don’t mind me – I’m still catching up with your poetry. I wrote a poem once called “Color of my love” but mine was very different. I think someone used the word – ethereal to describe your poetry. I would agree. Even to this poem you bring an ethereal quality to it. Nicely done!

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    1. What a pleasure having you around Chevvy! And well i guess that’s the nature and quality of my poetry. Am so happy and glad that you find time to go through my work…its deeply humbling and a great honor. Thank you so much. Best regards!

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