I Stood There

The writer narrates his emotions and confusion to his friend, about a woman he loves but cannot have. In the first two lines of the first stanza, he finds himself longing for her while sharing a seat.

I stood there

Not with you but with her

I stood there

Only to lose myself while trying to find her

I knew I had to sit there

For I knew I’ll find more reasons why I loved her

As I sat there

I then realize she’s the reason words propel in my mind in a motion of waves sending destruction signals to my concentration

She is…

No other reason than she who makes thick blood accelerate faster than light

She is the reason my eyes consume much fiery during the combustion of her breath

For I now know I’m no mixture but a catalyst for her heart

As I stood there

Not with her but with you

Trying to show you

You….

That love do exist

Not in the books of Shakespeare

But in her

I’m here now with you

Not as my audience but as a friend

To help me unfold these words to her intelligence.

By: Ts Mashile