It’s a very lovely day outside. I am biased. This land,
When I look out of my eyes, I see home. I see a land with beauty that is incomparable in my eyes.
Others may see dust. They may see wild nature unevenly tamed. You may notice the corroding effect of man too closely forced together. The slums of Katwe and
But for me, in
And then of course, there is this;
Why shouldn’t I kiss you,
Just because I feel like kissing you?
Why shouldn’t I touch your lips,
When the whole world will applaud?
My love’s a river, mighty;
My motion like a mountain, living;
My heart’s alive, beating
©GayUganda 27 Oct. 07
PS. There is a ‘not’ that, considering who I am, is missing. But I did not want to put it there. Why should I?
In truth the world is beautiful outside. Enjoy your day.
hey gug. love the poem about stolen kisses.
i love kissing! and the stolen ones are all the more sweeter.
where have you been all this time?
Yeah, stolen kisses are sweet aren't they? I think it is part of the thrill in my love. The secrecy of the stolen kisses. I can never kiss in public, unless I am kissing you of course!
lol... one of these days i will meet you and demand for that kiss.
i've been travelling around the country but not with a laptop so haven't been online.
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