Questions

From where, deep inside your body,

 do you manufacture this sweetness?

Why does your kiss taste,

Like a fountain of life?

What is it that you emit from your eyes,

that I must get enthralled and drawn to you?

Why must I look like a crazed person,

whenever you are around me?

Why does time fly away,

When there’s so much of your laughter around?

Why can’t I put you smile in my pocket,

So that I can secretly fondle it in a meeting? Or matatu?

Why must I always fill inadequately whole,

Whenever you are away from me?

What sort of drug is hidden in your beauty,

That I must feel intoxicated every time I see you?