Nakupenda


She wanted to see love so I scribed a hundred love poems with her name in every one
Left permanent indentions of my intentions that could be seen even when the ink wasn’t present
She wanted to smell love so I poured my heart and soul into grandma recipes and served her willingly until the plate was wiped clean
She wanted to hear love so I took her to the old Baptist church where I first heard the sound of God whispered on a broken down organ
“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Oh, this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.”
She wanted to touch love so with her bare hands I allowed her to play in my garden
Tilled the soil of my upcoming harvest knowing that every seed planted was sure to grow
She wanted to feel love so I pulled her to her knees, pressed my heart against hers and prayed that God would cover her from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet
She wanted to be mended and I came to heal

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