Africa. My love.
You, my dear, are sweeter than words can describe.
But I really feel I must try.
Knowing, of course, that I may never do you justice.
I can feel your arms, wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close.
I can feel your breath on my neck.
Your heart beating against my chest.
Your tastes, your smells, and your sounds gently caressing my body.
I can feel the beat of your pulse, so in sync with mine,
that it’s difficult to know where you end, and I begin.
There was that night that we danced.
And I fell in love with you.
There was that night that we laid in the dark,
your eyes piercing mine.
My heart interlaced with yours.
Your hands holding mine. Tightly. Passionately.
A million heavy pasts slipped away when I fell in love with you.
My soul was newly revealed.
My heart was newly held.
My being was newly loved.
I cannot imagine a world without you, Africa.
You are the heart, the soul, the beauty of the world.
I’m so in love with you.