This house has heard hundreds of ‘I love yous’. It’s where my family caught me talking to you. I stayed up late at night overwhelmed with longing, oblivious to all men’s messages because promises are broken by men but in this same house, I write you as a story that’s to forever stay as a part of me.
You exist in equilibrium unknown, floating immensely in the realm of art with grace. Your grace makes you the finest piece of art and your kindness is even an incredible part. Your rage strikes a bitter state of war but you remain majestically wiser than the rest of men.
They say love is hidden in the corner of my cornea, Well yours is corny but true! Elite love is true.
Karungi Denise, Uganda