The feeling that dwells in my heart
That dwells in my spirit
The tender soft kind of feeling that makes me smile even in the presence of self,
The heart warming kind of feeling that gives me goose bumps

The feeling that dwells in me, that of He...
That makes me want to cry because of the numb and malfunctioning neutron in my brain and heart and hand...what am I saying?

The kind of feeling that dwells in me...it's so soft it gives me goose bumps, makes me feel drifted away in the sound of He
Drifted away to the world of I and He

The words that were said and promises made swept my heart away...wait but no, it gave me goose bumps. Will I dare ? Do I deserve ?

Not because I don't trust in me but because I've become weak hence the feeling of drowning slowly to the world of He have grown in me and gave me goose bumps

If I knew the feeling i would say it's love
But do I know what love is for I am a fellow child of She,
Never have I forsaken the hand and went out of the custom and teachings of She

But for description's sake... I gave thee feeling a name. The goose bumps feeling was not enough in the world of I...
So I concluded the name to be the feeling of He,

The one that makes me smile even in the absence of He,
The one that comes to me the first time I open my eyes in the morning,
The one that visits for a good night kiss the last before I close my eyes at night,
The feeling of He,
The one that gives me courage to say yes and conclude....

The feeling of He that gives me goosebumps

© Simphiwe Buhle Ngqokwe