A long way from home, though the home of my peace.

Land of my joy, pride of my imperfections.

I dare not leave; for I pray your endorsement, to disclose my uncertainties.

I fail the test of rationality; I feel not usual for you.

You welcome me always, thus I visit as usual.

Such a place you are, one of mysteries, kindness, and peace.

Your eyes shine of wonders.

Your words are most common- yet I wish to comprehend your loudest phrase.

Words fail to grade my love for you.

I wish only to be most suitable.

You is all i need;

Yourself is all I can love

The land of my love, My Paris.

Loving you is all I can do.

MI Lukombe