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It was just after 4pm in the afternoon when I first saw u getting in a taxi I was with my drama team, I payed scant attention to you... You were just 'food for the eyes' I thought. I found myself in the same taxi that you were in. It was something of a blessing that I had to sit next to you... When I spoke about not having transport money I saw that sort of grabbed your attention I had to keep that story going... It wasn't long till u notice that I was in matric, nd I told you that I'm doing sciences and what not... It was something of half a minute when you told me that you were a poet... Right after I found out that you were you became 'food for my soul" I thought I couldn't tell you that though... "I'm all yours" was the first poem you read to me... I felt more connected with you, the look in your eyes when you read me that poem... God in heaven stood still for a while to watch as how this love story would turn out... I read you 'Dear sisi omuhle' I prayed that would make you like me even more... Suddenly the ride home became short when you had to get off... Maybe it was your smile, I believed it left scientist clueless, Shakespeare would have been speechless, and as for me I was breathless... Or your eyes it must have been, they were like the sun rise in early spring when you would blink it was as though the everlasting rain had just rained in summer... I had to find out who you truly were... Whether you were real or not? I found you on facebook... I met you again at a poetry session, the first words you said to me were "We starting to see each other often, I'm starting to believe its a meant to be" how I had been dying to hear those words 'a meant to be'... You became a friend, later we promised we'd get married at 35 if we were both single by then... It was the 25th of July when we wrote our first poem together... You looked like someone between my miracles and dreams, but how was I to tell you that I was deep in... *deep in the friendzone... Love tragedy we called it. Something seemed more brighter about you that day maybe it was the white top you were wearing... But something was heavenly about your voice, and the way you smelled... I was embarrassed of how I smelled stay soft... I couldn't wait till our second colabo... It wasn't long till I became your poetic soul mate, and later on I was to become the one you most liked... A part of me had always been dying to hear all those words that you said to me... I'm glad I finally heard them Some people wait a life time for a moment like this but in this case like that when you told me you had a paragraph in your head, and a whole book in your heart... My heart skipped a beat... I hated how u thought of your self as unworthy to be loved... There's a lot I relate to you about, your poetry... I believe you the best there is...