LOVE'S SILENT STRUGGLE

 I have a lot of love

it is too much

for my heart to be its receptacle

It is too bright 

to be seen by any eye.

It is this beautiful river of happiness

whose every pearl

brings satisfaction to the heart.

It is this gigantic tree

under which 

all mankind

can find an ambient atmosphere.

It is this signpost that my eyes 

carry with me

everywhere I go.

But whoever sees me

says I love wrongly.

And those to whom

I narrate my inexplicable love

all say

my cherish is bizarre.

But if that is so,

then how can I love?

Because,

I want to love.

I'm desperate to love.

My Momma told me that

this love of mine

is congenital.

So,

to all those that I have,

I want to give this love.

Because I know of nothing 

more precious than love.

I know of no delicacy

sweeter than 

sharing a smile with the one you love.

But to all that I give this love

rebut it saying

my feelings are intoxicated and rebarbative.

And if that is so,

 then how can I love?

Because,

I want to love.

Love is that jail to which my heart

was sentenced

a life imprisonment.

It is that tireless daemon which I will forever hear

dogging every step of mine.

And yes!

It is that wind which brings back

the voices of all those that I love.

But if I do not know how to love,

then how can I love?

BY JOSHUA PATRICK MAGEZI