Africa - my long lost lover

You call on me again, like you often do. Even though my fear makes me not want to listen. Often it is like a whisper, but lately your cry is getting louder.

I try to forget you in my busyness, but suddenly you are there again. Reminding me that I should be somewhere else. Frustrating me, because I don't know if I have what it takes to be your lover. I fear my heart will break. I fear that I will feel helpless, confronted with all the needs. You keep whispering, and calling on me, and I am on my way giving in. I know that He that walks with me, holds my hand, and will never leave me, no matter what. He tells me that I don't have to be strong, as He is my strength.

You were such a big part of my childhood dreams, and someone I loved. I thought we would be together more, but we lost the touch. Will I still feel the same for you?  I guess there is just one way to find out. Africa, my long lost lover.