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My Love V.2

His infectious laughter!
He wriggles in my hold—
He looks for a way out;
He finds my arms locked,
He looks up, surprised,
Or pretending to be,
And laughs so heartily!
I turn away, with tears—
Those of joy are hotter,
When you cannot control
Their trickles out—I cry;
He notices—water, water
On Papa’s cheeks; water?
He observes Papa closely
And breaks into laughter—
O’, how it fills and fills me,
Till my heart raptures,
With love from within!


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Benie Langat

Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.

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