At the door that leads to your beautiful spiky heart
I stand patiently, awaiting the day of Pentecost
When your heart will be finally opened and receive
the spirit of love
At the door that leads to your compassion
I wait as I get showered with a rain of rejection
I wait patiently hoping that someday
This rejection flood will end
And I can beam with smiles upon having you
And in my heart, I simply pray
That my sincerity reaches you
And you can understand the depth of my affection towards you
So I can pop in your head as you pop into mine
It takes two to tango
If you were a fruit, you'd be my favourite - mango
This is my diary of rejection
I hope it one day turns into a beautiful story
Where I can see why it didn't work with others
And it had to be you who ended that horrible chapter
By ushering me into something new and beautiful
Just as your heart and your smile...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
