Her beauty knows no limit or borders
Her imperfections are counted for
Her character is well moulded and cultured
Her intelligence is immersed in African values
And my feelings for her buried are six feet under
Once I heard the “heart is a wide ocean”
Envisaged as wild creatures lingering
With no fishermen daring to fish them out
In the heart of my ocean lies a grave
Engulfing the feelings of my undeclared love
The situation that makes me walk on eggs
Shall I risk it for the odds of a relationship?
Or continue to conserve our friendship,
Forsake reality and indulge in fantasy?