Love Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

She is not conceited but convinced
Green and lovely like a maze field viewed from a distance
So magical in her touch and feel
Love has the scent of a purple rose in the morning
So reassuring like a red rose at sunrise
Her influence lingers on into posterity

Love is mystical but not magical
She casts cooling shadows in summer and warmth in winter
Her footprints in the sands of ages are indelible
To those who seek her, a cathedral of peace and simplicity
Her lap is the portal to human comfort and safety
Yet she is alien to the auction floors
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
9 May 2020