A man of few words ,always in a hurry

and busy like a bee , his laughter

tickles my heart ,his voice

send shivers down my spine .

his eyes make me feel lost in

the world of imagination

his lips got me feel like

its a good place to lay mine

Always need assurance

and claim to be clueless

Yet his the chamber and

storages of all vocabulary

if he wasn’t a human i would call him

my library ,he unpack his words so well..

he said things that ive

never heard from anyone

so considerate of my feelings

that he considered me fragile

and would never allow me break

like am his vase i get to feel

like am the only one …

he make me feel like am the one

Dedicated to Tyson Mashamba