I wake up in a cold hard sweat
To find that I’m alive, you’re not!
You’re the object of my every desire,
My inspiration, my essential twin.
What am I to do? With this love I am indebted
God’s fire in you had me got!
I yearn to intertwine with that fire!
No one could ever convince me you’re not kin.
E’en now as the wall separate us,
Our love bond somehow is stronger.
But to see, touch, and hold you is my fuss.
Oh, what am I to do? How much longer?
Written in 2010
MBM-Tine Brice
Published by Tine
Although I've given myself the pen name Tine Brice, I was born Martine B. Montas in the downtown area of Port-au-Prince, Haïti in February of 1967. I'm a struggling servant of God, prayer warrior, parent, teacher, writer. According to my sons, I'm a role model, an inspiration, a matriarch, an old soul living the legacy. I yearn to be bold enough to publish my first book, to connect with the world on a different level, so as to touch lives through poetry. I seek to comfort hearts that feel alone to lead them to understand that in this world we are all connected! We are one BREATH!
MBM-Tine Brice
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