Well, I did meet ONE nice Danish lady in Oslo, so, maybe there are some nice Danish people, right?
In Love With a Viking
It is not the oceans I see in your eyes,
That goes as deep as the kindness of your soul,
That got my mind, my heart, my very own soul,
Bemused,
Confused,
Mystified,
Read again these words,
Not a proper way to start a poem,
Words that don’t come in place,
But hopefully, might end this lyrical chase,
Been there, done that,
Over this “Foolish Love illusions”,
I thought I was,
But you,
You proved me wrong,
I am a woman,,
I never was,
Never will be,
Too old,
Or too mature,
To fall in love,
Ardently,
Foolishly,
Passionately,
Even if its you,
A man too young in age,
Too old in wisdom,
Even if its you,
An alien to my world,
A Foreigner,
An Outsider,
Even if its you,
A man, not resembling my African dream,
But still,
You built,
You painted,
You sang,
A new dream,
Of opposed colors merging together,
Forming a charming painting of love,
A new vision,
Of divergent beats combining with one another,
Producing an enchanting melody of affection,
With complete consciousness and awareness of the impossibility of this affair, and the difficulty I must bear, I promise, I shall not fall into misery nor despair, I will abide with all that is unfair, for the sake of this emotion, this magical sensation, this miraculous sentiment and this exquisite passion I have, I feel, I live, I wish to share, with non other but your beautiful soul, your white heart, your vanilla essence, your ocean spirit, your captivating voice, your imprisoning actions of kindness, your entrancing intelligence, your enticing attributes and your alluring, tempting always calling, looks of a Viking..
I hereby,
Announce,
Clearly declare
Proudly affirm
That I,
Am foolishly in love…
With my Scandinavian Viking…
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