Though I be in the field playing football
Or at a cinema watching movies
I lucidly see gleams of your footsteps
And echoes of your croaky voice
Vandalizing and bursting open the doors of my head
And making their way majestically
To sit comfortably on the settee of my heart.
The sun seems brighter and the moon bluer
The air taste fresher and the veldts greener
When my hands are in yours
And the world stops spinning
When your lips are with mine.
