On the dusty ground
where I wore rags and my
soul groans.

you choose to sit
in the clouds of dust and
bite of ants.
putting down your standard
to meet mine for love.

the love that your
eyes yearn,
Stored in the count
of my heartbeat,
written all over my
chest.

© 𝐌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇
© Mabior Isaiah