Love
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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