| Too busy I wanted to kiss you but I was too busy I wanted to cook dinner but I postpone it I wanted to love you but I did not have the time I wanted to tell you that I miss you but I was too busy I wanted to ask you to marry me but i postpone it To make it right It turn out wrong I wanted to take you to biscope but I postpone it to make it perfect I wanted to write this poem but I postpone it to make it a surprise I got surprised Hope you are not too busy to read this poem P/S She never did. |
| Gaborone in my mind Gabo or Gaba synonymous with you Gaborone in my mind I sit in silence lost in myself afriad to think about you Gago or Gobo synonymous with you Gaborone in my mind I sit and wonder Efforts to erase your image prove futile Gabo or Gaba or what ever form you invade my mind That song, fragrance from a stranger synonymous with you |
| I sit and wonder I sometimes sit and wonder I ask myself what became of me I realize you spice my world its in you petal-like eyelids the bewitching cosmic smile that evoke a throb of passion in me I sit and wonder I ask myself what became of me I realize you spice my life its in the vastness of your hips the velvety of your touch the generosity of your love sentencing my heart to eternal damnation I sit and wonder I ask myself what became of me I realized you spice my world its in theloud whisper of your words the dreamy mist in your eyes the heaving of your bosom as we mesh our limps for ever riding the moon together |
| The name, colour, essence, touch If love had a name It would be called sunshine that expels darkness To fill my life with happiness If love had colour It would be the colour of your smile Magical and spell weaving If love had essence It would be like the musk from your body After a hot nourishing bath If love had a touch It would feel like the long soft touch of your hands Cubing my face for that special kiss |
| Mistaken voice I turn a corner saw someone who look like you called your name confronted by a strange face it was a mistaken identity Walking along a street heard you call my name turning around, a strange girl only calling her dog it was a mistaken voice dozing in front of tv got startled by ringing phone thought it was you the phone never rang it was only a dream heard a sound of swinging gate waited for you knock the gate was distrubed by wind you will never knock i will still be waiting in vain in pain tears fell like rain you will never visit you will never phone neither will you call my name nor will I see around the corner |
| She waited like a little boy waiting to fly a kite she waited she waited for me to make her happy the wind never came the moment never arrived the boy was helpless about the wind but I, I could creat that moment it was never so the kite never flew to be free to make the boy happy she never felt the exhilarating feeling of new love the kite got destroyed the boy was sad her dreams got shattered she gave her love away I was sad |
| Happiness is when you think of her a smile secretly appear on your face humming fimilar tune with inaudible lyrics content only with the thought is when you ask for a stolen moment to meet at a secluded river, hill or theatre and she nods with anticipation yet excited you secretly whisper yes, yes is when you are in the country side soaking in warm morning sun birds breaking the night silence with charming melodies summer bloom and earth colours swipping across the blue sky is when you see a solitary child at play content with his clay cows at times serious, at times smiling imitating real life stories notice being spied, he invites you to join is when you body swell with excitement of new love heart filled with feeling of mingled joy without restrain you jump and shout 'I love life' |