Ethiopia my love

It never started with pokes,
joy had formed.
Confusion between real and fake,
noticing you all the times.
Smile,
that never fade.
Stuck,
like a lost virginity.
Lost in my own sensation,
to have you for myself.
I waited.
Waited till I was sure of my move.
At least no lies were used in acquiring your trust.
No money was wasted to pull your love.
I treasure the worries I created within me,
I created a pillar of desires which can only be triggered by your touch.
I' m surely shy,
in the presence of your eyes.
Hope not ever hold doubts in ever falling in love with you.
That might be the end of me.
I the broken heart of Ettyopia.