Your Name

Your name
a beautiful melody
that plays to my heart.
It keeps ringing on
my mind like the
waking bells of prep.
Provoking my soul
to act,
and respond to the
sensations of the beauty
you hold.
It sets my feelings ablaze
and like a wild fire
i creep.
searching for the secret
that you hide,
in those eyes that sparkle
like stars in the sky.




Hiire Ivan is a Ugandan Writer, Poet and Blogger.

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