I'm thinking deep
in my thoughts
wondering ,
looking at the Stars .

"Oh my" ,
asking myself
"is it so hard for me to keep a
secret , a secret of
love, crush , date and a
feeling to shine .

Sometimes it is hard
for a guy like me
to discover my type I guess .

Thinking about her ,
slowly I flip my
tongue to the Stars ,
"Bet my love to thy" I said
and I vision her Face .

See when I get
that Picture in mind
of her face I , I start to
get the worst
colour of love emotions .
Blue black like that !
Glossy type of hat
and I'm sure she's the best.

See my intention of love
is to make love without love
that can feel itself ,
phisicaly named Tennis Love .

Quality time of love expression
she needs , type of hills I Bill .
Black kind of stockings I bought
and a beautiful flower of a nice
smeeling perfume .

Strong difffussion .
Strong love ,Strong hearts .
and words are like a tennis ball .
This the kind of Tennis Love .

© Martin Gcinokuhle