The beauty of God is that you can't figure Him out,
The beauty of breath is that it you can't be without,
The beauty of poetry is not knowing how it will turn out,
The beauty of rules is that some you can flout,
The beauty of simplicity; simply is,
The beauty of health is no dis-ease,
The beauty of love is being her's of his'
The beauty of you is being the demon I don't have to appease.
it's simply your way,
being genuine in how you potray,
Everything you think, you say,
It's not deliberate but you allay,
The fear I have of offending,
The loathe I have of pretending,
to be something else with the aim of spending,
time with someone who thrives on my will bending
I don't know how we ebb and flow,
But it's clear for us to grow,
To a place beyond tomorrow,
a chance of us being together away we needed to throw,
Now we're like a river flowing free,
Cutting through terrain easliy,
To the ocean it heads whether clean or murky,
New droplets of rain joining unsure how they'll mix with the sea's saltiness but trusting this pre-determined journey
All I'm trying to say is I appreciate,
That when I hurt you you retaliate,
And if you hurt me an apology you expediate,
And when we've dealt with it the awkwardness we obliterate.
There's no longer need to propagate,
Lies to each other to satiate,
Unnecessary feelings that aim to confiscate,
The place of friendship... lusty love seeks to obfuscate.
For the beauty of life is that you can't figure it out,
The beauty of breath is that it you can't be without,
The beauty of poetry is not knowing how it will turn out,
The beauty of rules are that some you can flout,
The beauty of simplicity; simply is,
The beauty of health is no disease,
The beauty of love is being her's of his'
But the beauty of you is being the demon I don't have to appease.
Kibali
