Little By Little. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I was always compelled by a writers touch.
How everything is expressed so eloquently realistic.

Yet it can all be hidden in the midst.
Midst of all the perception.

I was compelled by love,
I say that even though I don't know what love is.

I grew up with parents who didn't marry for love.
I, therefore, question my heart to love.

Will I ever marry?
Being focused on itself is an asset to society.

What I envisioned love to be?
Something pure that makes me simply…
Simply happy.

My first encounter,
I wished I could save her.

My second beloved,
Left me again confused and broken-hearted.

My third which I am hoping to call my final.
Is beyond amiable.

It was hard to love again.
The doubt and constant pain.

I was wondering if it was the love I have succumbed to?
Was love really what I felt before I met you?

Would it be cheating?
If neglect was the answer to the questioning?