Love me as
cold as the
molten magma
for my spine
to feel the chills.
Love me as
hot like ice
for me to
burn in flames.
For your love,
I will be brave
like Shaka Zulu.
For your love,
I want to be
as strong
as Sampson.
Be my happiness,
be my sunshine,
be the empress
of my heart.
As I caught the
last glimpse of
those beautiful
eyes when you
closed them
to sleep,
I sighed in love
knowing I will see
them the next day.
We became life’ss
equation of the
work sheet of
everyone.
We never had
an “if statement”
and we exorcised
hate from our hearts.
We defiled our
loves not,
we dared not
poison our
hearts and minds
of the lies from
worried observers.
For better or
for worse, we
pledged to be
for ourselves.
It was once
said my mind
was screwed up
for loving you;
all I did was to
laugh and enjoyed
every moment of
those words.
If you were to be
the Queen of Sheba,
let me be your
King Solomon.
If philosophers
of love were to
live in our
world today,
we would have
been thier
case study.
It is said
a man has no
memories when
he is in love;
I swear to you,
my memories of
you are still as hot
as winter in my
heart and mind.