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