The Trumpeters

16th October, 2017.

Why do you think I'll make it hard for him,
when every cell of mine pines for him?
Do you know how it feels when I see his name
on my phone's screen alerting me of his call?
When I reach out to pick his call,
a feeling strikes me and
I fear for me for how much I feel for him.
When I hear his voice, ripples of emotions
are formed in the ocean of my heart.
When the sight of his photo creates
a spell of smile that spreads through my lips.
When he sends a hug and kiss emoji and
I freeze in real time needing a rendezvous
of a real impact but wait, I must.
When he uses the phrase, "my dear" so often
that it builds a fanciful world of us.
When I look out for patterns when in the
subconscious sphere as there's no veil
to hide our innermost needs.
When harmonies are evident in us
that I'd envisaged severally a home by us.
When his masculinity complements my femininity
like the sun and the moon in the cosmos.
When the wait to bloom nursed feelings
will affirm favours abound in following our truth.
When we seek to allow Higher Power
to direct our steps to divine paths.
So tell me how I'll make it hard for him
when I beseech to have him manifest in my life
to journey not only on this plane but the aakhirah?

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NB:
aakhirah - hereafter