I seek Shakespeare...and John Keats...
to counsel my mind on how to clothe my thoughts...
I seek Robert Frost...and Edgar Alan Poe
to show my heart how to please a lady with enchanting words
a lady who has stolen my heart and given the key to where she keeps it
to the seeker of truth and confessor of men...
I seek Socrates to seek his advice on the ways
of love and passion as viewed from a world that is jaded...
and yet even as i find them a thousand years later since
there time...in the timeless galleries of our books
and legends told to us by yesterday...no none
can make me clothe my thoughts and feelings...
none can make be able to bridle my passion and desire
of you....
for you makes me abandon all caution and chivalry that we men are taught...to be macho...and be all i can be without a care to what the
society around me will say...
to let love fly in my heart and let passion be my sight...
for you...makes me long for tomorrow...
the lady whom my heart beats for....
Steve Biko Wafula
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-blessing-6/
