A Message From Cupid

Love is not always on time but when it arrives, who can deny it?

When it's in sight, who can hide it?

When its lost, i pray cupid helps me find it.

But why do we define such?

Why do I call it "love" when it gives  me so many other emotions?

When im jealous, it plants hate, unease and anger inside of me

Yes, a devilish act this love bestows upon me

But if we genuine and honest, this love could fill up oceans

Then we'll pack our hearts into suitcases and sail East, 

towards Cape shores, 

And continue our quest for soul searching.

Because the absence of love is like a mannequin dressed for winter, staring at the world through windows of a clothing store, warm on the outside but always cold when you look at the eyes, the inside.

So please dont turn me into a mannequin.

Because where there's no love, warmth never visits. 

And when love comes knocking, i dont want to go looking for the nearest exit

Running away from the best thing to ever exist

In us all lies a heart as golden as the treasures buried in Egypt.

But we hardly see its worth because we've covered them with the dust of hate. 

Then let it ruin us until its too little, too late to change your fate.

By: | Nceba Thabethe |