In its trance, weak yet strong <br />Lost in the addictions of maybe <br />Awake to the aroma of possibilities <br />In a state of confused consciousness <br /> <br />When love arrived <br />With its celestial presence <br />Not blinded by its promises <br />Aware to realities trespassing <br />And chose to remain in its nativity <br /> <br />When love arrived <br />Rare in its form and shape <br />Fluffy, putty, gentle and thorny <br />With no sense of direction <br />It stopped, paused a while, and refused to leave <br /><br />Marukgwane Moremogolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-arrived/
