The fact that we met and talked
The phonecalls we made 'till late nights
Laughing till dawn catches up
Does not mean love to me

I smile when we meet
Yearning for the next visit 
And the still moments we are together
Happily listening to your unending stories
But still, It does not mean love

Those late nights we spend together
And the long weekend gateaways
To the woods and the oceans
And the frequent parties 
Does not mean that I Love

Those tears that I wipe
When you are low and sad
Taking you by my arms
And resting in my comforting hugs
Still does not mean that I Love

That special visit to pa and ma
And when everyone said you are good
And praised you all day long
And talked about you being a good wife
Does not explain of love to me

The jumper I made you wear
During that chilly walk at the beach
And I shivered by from the sea breeze
Making my skin cold and numb
Still, does not explain about Love

Reflections
© Lewis Wamwanda