What will be of us?
Struck by the thoughts of a man in wonder,
Behold, can you find beauty in my story,
Being happy of today, yet for tomorrow i worry,
Eager to possess what my heart desires,
The fortune that is always fragile to me,
Im tortured by the thoughts of loving you,
Im haunted by the memories of having you,
Im missing the days we never had,
Yet thinking the days that awaits us,
What will be of us my dearest
Its much harder than I thought,
Yet much better than we perceived,
I saw you wanted nothing of me,
Yet I saw you needed something of me,
The winter approached and it shall pass,
The rains shall pour and flow also,
Yet my heart is certain and unwavering,
The love mine, yes im determined,
Such is also my trust, im not afraid
I am glued to you as honey to bees,
Yet so sweet the honey I dont consume,
Talk to me, what will be of us
The days will surely come and go,
The wind will blow and obviously ease,
While the sun rises and absolutely set,
Unfolding new myths and realities,
The experience of life turning out,
Discoveries fashioning our fate,
Knowing you is knowing me,
I ask, what will be of us
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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