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Holy Innocence
Holy Innocence

  A Collection of Love Poetry

  Elove Poetry

  The right by Vincent de Paul to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the international copyright laws and Copyright Act Cap. 130 laws of Kenya.

  All rights reserved.

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  Mystery Publishers (Kenya) Ltd,

  P.O. BOX 18016 – 20100

  Nakuru, Kenya.

  Tel: +254 718 429 184

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  1.Secret Love

  2.Don’t Know Yet


  4.I Dream of You


  6.Angel Love


  8.My Gardenia

  9.Stephanie Meets Stephen

  10.Hymn to Love

  11.The Call of Love

  12.Silly Sally


  14.Lover’s Rock

  15.Sad Love

  16.Let’s Just Kiss

  17.Roses Are Red

  18.Love Given Up

  19.Making Love Tonight

  20.Destiny’s Girl

  21.Kiss Mommy Goodbye

  22.Eternal Love



  25.Prying Sister

  26.The Little Joe Sisters

  27.No More Love

  28.Last Night

  29.I Hurt Her, She Loves Me

  30.Walk Away

  31.Miss Smitten

  32.The Seduction



  35.Bed of Roses

  36.The Assassin

  37.Star Love

  38.I Don’t Care

  39.I Had To

  40.The Goddess


  42.In Your Arms

  43.Night Cry


  45.Just in Case

  46.Ritualistic Love

  47.Broken Cupid’s Arrow

  48.Beautiful Stranger

  49.U Gonna Need Me

  About the Author


  First Loves


  My only love, sprung from my innocent heart,

  Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

  Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

  That I ought to love a heart that knows no love.


  Secret Love

  You’re a song I can sing,

  Written by the hand of God;

  You’re a tune I can put to my music,

  Composed by the choir of angels;

  The sweet music of my heart.

  You’re the morning after the golden night

  the sun of my silver dawn,

  The only flower in the garden—

  Blossoming after the rains,

  In a summer afternoon.

  You’re the star in my sky

  The light I follow

  In my dark nights,

  Leading me to the land of no sorrow

  Where no hearts are hollow,

  The home of eternal love.

  You’re my secret love

  The one I adore,

  The one I long to be with—

  Spent the rest of my life with—

  Yet I don’t tell…

  Not even you in my fantasies!!!

  Don’t Know Yet

  You mean the world to me,

  I always tell of your stories,

  Just that smile of yours

  And I think of nothing more;

  You set everything straight for me

  With every passing minute.

  In my heart

  I’ve written history,

  Unravelled the mystery

  Of the love story

  I have not yet finished

  And maybe I will never

  For you know not

  I love you so much.


  Sonia look my way

  You’re enslaved by him,

  My heart

  Hurts to see you,

  In his arms,

  I am the man

  Of your dreams

  Your king

  The one

  You should be kissing.

  Sonia tell me the truth,

  There’s no way you can deny it,

  Your love is a blown out candle;

  Here with me

  You can smile again

  Sing a new song, Sonia.

  Sonia you and I know

  How the pains come and go

  And the scars they’re leaving;

  With me you’ll smile again,

  There’ll be no more grieving.

  Sing a new song, Sonia

  I am your dance floor,

  You’re the ballerina, come dancing

  Like you once did before

  Sing a new song, Sonia.

  You are always the merry one,

  Now I see you’re so sad, so quiet

  Sonia there is fun

  Away from the gun,

  You can be happy,

  Like you once did before;

  I am the one, your Prince

  The one you should be kissing.

  Come to my arms, Sonia

  you’ll smile again

  like you once did before

  if you look my way.

  I Dream of You

  I’ll never tire loving you,

  Tell you how much I love you,

  Words lack;

  The light of the sun shines on you

  Your beauty marvels

  Only God knows more

  That this love’ll never be graved;

  I look at your beautiful smile,

  Listen to every word you say,

  My heart knows no other

  And nothing will change this, babe;

  Hope shall go forever and ever.

  How beautiful you are, peach,

  More than the daughter of the moon

  In the night sky above;

  What a glorious sight you are!

  You glitter like gold,

  I can’t stand your sight.

  Your passion debilitates me,

  Can’t you feel it’s getting close?

  Ready to explode?

  The moon is fuller tonight

  Our sign tonight

  When out loud you’ll cry

  While in your rightful place,

  My humble arms, you’ll be

  Enjoying the ride of all times.

  Oh my rainbow,

  Radiant and magnificent

  you’ll arch up to me,

  Spread on the bed

  Scorch me with your love

  And restore me to strength

  as dew forms;

  I could say much more and never finish

  But it comes to this:

  You are my fire,

  Joys greater still unknown,

  My one desire.

  You make my body whirl

  whence thou say you love me not,

  my head twirls

  And I dream of you, my love

  Yet your love is wit’ strange men.


  I have a woman I love,

  She’s gentler t
han a dove,

  I’ve never known such love

  Yet I am jealous of my love.

  I am trapped,

  I can’t keep from others’ wives,

  I don’t fear to be tricked;

  I keep company with divas

  I can’t take my eyes off pretty girls;

  I have broken much virginity,

  Given myself to prostitutes;

  The other day I saw

  Sister Gertrude, the nun,

  She got off her church regalia—

  I satisfy all my mania.

  My mind dwells on their beauty

  I’ve lost my one desire,

  Passion inside me is like fire;

  My love’s turned against me

  Listens to my sweet words no more,

  She already knows what I am

  That I am—I am—a womanizer.

  Angel Love

  I am a victim of overwhelming sorrow

  with no hope for ‘morrow since the day

  The Queen of my heart left;

  Absence I dreaded all along

  during the days of her life, until

  the loss of her dying.

  She died as the woman with love

  the only my heart wanted

  to rise an angel perfect from head to toe;

  She lives with me in spirit

  She exists, of that I know

  for her existence sings to me in organ tones.

  I was in the act of nostalgia

  reminiscing, the good times we had daily

  then realized I was not alone,

  she was beside me, standing in the air

  her feet not touching the floor

  her whole a halo of blinding light

  Brighter than noonday.

  She was garbed in the wedding dress she never wore,

  Garment of astonishingly exquisite white

  her willowy figure exuding beauty;

  Glory and splendour beyond description

  her countenance truly like lightning.

  When I looked at her I was afraid,

  She smiled because she knew;

  Soon fear left and went AWOL,

  My eyes she loved were consoled

  and my heart of hearts rejoiced;

  Ears opened to her music, lips quivered wit’ joy.

  I reached for her—My angel of love,

  and it was all like those days again.

  I realized she still loved me,

  her heart still firm and soul strong;

  Angels still love the love of men

  Resist dissension of soul and body

  and are attracted to radiance

  O Angel Love so sweet.


  He takes you up and he takes you out

  ‘Cause he’s got so much to show;

  He builds you castles and fortresses,

  Promises the whole world would be yours,

  But he can’t tell you he loves you so…

  He looks at you and you melt away,

  He touches you and you give in,

  but he can’t tell you he loves you so…

  He drives you crazy and he knows it,

  thinking of him makes you brainsick

  but he can’t tell you he loves you so…

  He plays with your mind you’re fooled,

  the dirty games and the silly pet names

  this world of sweet nothings he knows,

  but he just can’t tell you he loves you so…

  He tricks your mind and you think he loves you,

  you just realize there’re a million ways to love,

  the day he walks out you cry a river

  ‘Cause he can’t tell you he loves you so!

  My Gardenia

  An apple a day keeps the doctor away

  with you it ain’t, not for a single day.

  I am weak with passion

  You restore my strength with raisins,

  Refresh me with vitality

  Every time I breathe, I take you in.

  How beautiful you are, my love

  your eyes shine with love

  your lips to taste mine I yearn

  how lovely they are when you speak.

  I’ll stay on this hill of gardenias,

  The hill of the lone longing

  Until morning comes

  A new day, as bright as the sun

  to bring you to my arms.

  I’ve fasted and prayed,

  I’ve hoped and waited,

  I am gathering my all now;

  I ain’t leaving without you.

  I can’t continue like this;

  I tell you the bitter sweet truth

  I love you, I mean love you

  I want to be with you.

  Stephanie Meets Stephen

  He gently kissed her on the cheek,

  Convulsive chills rushed through her willowy body.

  She rubbed the cheek over and over

  Till it was red with blush,

  Her humble lips chirped

  And her scarfed throat choked

  She was coquettishly breathless.

  Her humble breasts heaved up and down,

  The hairs at her Madonna nape stood up

  A debilitating wave of warmth swept through her;

  Explosive shards prickled her body,

  Hairs inside her pants danced a slow waltz

  To the tingle of yearning.

  How she hated the moment:

  The brusque kiss,

  His sudden leaving to nowhere,

  and the crazies they’d done.

  She undressed him mentally,

  Lost herself in fantasy

  Imagined his skin: lustrous, and sexy;

  His broad shoulders,

  Gorgeous masculine waist,

  A body of marvellous symmetry;

  Shameful and vaguely revolting, his vibrant manhood

  A bush of tar-black hair entangling…

  Memories of the original sin struck her—

  it must have been like this

  For the Eve of Eden,

  The serpent of passion:

  The apples Eve saw as fruits of wisdom

  Stephanie saw them as an aphrodisiac.

  It was all over;

  In the air she breathed

  The smell of the apples she’d devoured,

  The stench of their juice she’d guzzled,

  The satiation she had felt, and

  The mellow voice of the serpent—

  It was music to the ears,

  The tune she’d danced to ‘till she’s naked.

  She was not alone in her room

  A familiar voice asked her,

  “What have you done, Stephanie?”

  She realized—and knew—

  And innocently said,

  “The snake of Eden tricked me,

  And I ate the apples that Stephen gave me.”

  Hymn to Love

  You’re the sun, my love,

  You chase darkness from mine heart;

  I love to watch you in the morning rise

  And walk with you till you set for the night.

  You are the moon, my love,

  Shining in my dark life

  A sliver of you in mine heart

  Illuminates the night dome when all is bleak,

  Calms my nerves at cock crow

  When you set for the dawn.

  You’re the stars, my dove,

  The million faces of love in the sky above

  That twinkle just for me as I live

  To love and fall in love with the night;

  You’re the sea, my love

  The waters of my life

  A sail on you never hurt,

  You’re the calmness in turbulence,

  You’re the waves, my love

  You rise and hit the cliffs

  No further do you go

  When you come into mine arms

  There does yo
ur torrential heart find solace.

  You’re the Kalahari and Sahara,

  with an oasis of untold love

  Adorned with dunes so beautiful

  Sandstorms find us strong and safe

  In where we belong—The arms we love

  Singing hymns of love to the love we have.

  The Call of Love

  Time went by, daily measured in bitter chapters,

  Life deficient of laughter,

  Wondering wherever I wronged,

  Questioning whatever happened,

  Speculating whenever he’d come:

  The love I nurtured not,

  The love I gave bird wings,

  The love I let fly away,

  The love I let go.

  My heart’s crying silently

  For the loss of my cause,

  My heart’s longing for him

  The hurt’s lounging in me

  No more can I endure

  “I miss him like crazy

  I must call him and tell

  The truth why I fell”

  I now know why…

  Love doesn’t call

  ‘till it is afar.


  Silly Sally

  Mama told Sally

  Not to go downtown,

  Too many randy men

  Hanging around;

  Sally did not listen

  But went to town.

  Silly Sally met Wee Willy;

  Three months later

  Sally began to swell

  Nine months Sally waited round the clock

  Rappin’ at the window,

  Cryin’ thro’ the lock!


  Babe, can I call you, babe?


  Babe, I miss your touch, babe


  Babe, can I touch your lips, babe?



  Can I be your sun, babe?

  Babe, you’re my sunshine, babe


  Can I be your night time, babe?

  Babe, I’m your star, babe

  Tell me babe,

  How can I be wit’out you, babe?

  Babe, I’m lost wit’out you, babe.

  Lover’s Rock

  Are you a lover?

  Do you love love?

  Do you have lips of a lover?

  Do you believe in poetic justice?

  Do you find yourself thinking of love?

  I wish I were you, or I’m like you

  Or may I say I really envy you?

  I am the pessimist,

  Spoiler for that matter

  No doubt if you listen to me

  I’d just but spoil your date;

  I am that line

  That spoils the compliment…

  I am that last vestige of hope inside you…

  I am but everything that’s last…

  I am a dream too far yet too close…

  I am a dejected lover…

  The delusion.


  Sad Love

  Every time the phone rings,

  I hope it’s her

  yet I don’t tell her

  how much I want her.

  Every time the doorbell rings,

  I hope it’s her at the front door

  yet I don’t tell her to come over.

  Every passing minute I think of her,

  how much I miss her

  yet I don’t want to tell myself so,

  accept I want her back.

  This thing I have in me,

  This sad feeling of love

  The lethargy and lassitude,

  Since the day of her no more saw

  Is killing me….

  Sad this love is.

  Let’s Just Kiss

  Come on, babe,

  You know, and I know

  We both are aware

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