By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga


To be loved,

And not love,

Is a cruel thing indeed,

Same way you love ,

And you are unloved ,


She teased me ,

And made me chased after her,

She threatened to block me,

As if I was a brook ,

Her eyes and mouth suggested something different ,

A peaceful glow of love ,

A piece of new hub,

That love ,

Made me mad ,

Though she threatened to kiss me,

While I waited her to kick me out


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