Do I know her name, NO
Does she know mine, I guess not
Yeah she might be knowing Agak the Poet, The performer
but does she know the other bit-the passionate lover?
If she knew how my tongue has been behaving tamed
would she read it in my eyes and end this daring game?
She is beautiful, to tell her I want her I wouldn’t dare
my tongue held back by this bitter question ‘what if she doesn’t care?
The last we met She shared a hug
Did she feel the vacuum of love in my heart?
She asked how am doing and I said am fine, I am such a liar
Even a blind bat could see she put my crotch on fire
I would like to take her home, to meet my parents
Will she ever love a Luo, she already hates my accent
Her beauty is beyond her pillowy breasts
She has a big heart too, it’s a miracle it fits her chest
I dream of making her my wife
Coz her love is the Aromat that can spice my life
This beauty has become my Insomnia
All night I think of our little past with nostalgia
She has gololi eyes, eyes blind to my feelings
When in my Valley she’s the only one who can tend to my lilies
She has ears, ears deaf to my whispers of love
Yet she is the only one who can fill this vacuum in my heart
Will she agree to be my dark skin beauty?
Loving her is my passion, not a duty
I plan to meet her tonight
Dear lord make everything right
To propose to her I need no ring
Neither a song will I sing
For I want her to be the 5th chamber of my heart
A wife, a part of me that hurts when she’s hurt
In her warm embrace I can’t resist to get chained
In the full glare of the envious moon her lips I will taste
Copyright ©George Agak 2014