To be loved

People love for that is why man was made,
a place of unending peace
it has helped my eyes to see the strings tying us all.
I have tasted it and it is a music of pain and a dance of joy.
Maureen
She had the same color of heart as me
a minuscule of no idea
I learnt how to carve her face from memory and sketched her.
Mercy
she looked like a Fulani fabric from ancient cotton of beauty.
last I learnt she’s was in Texas.
Smallie

Ruddapoet