Whether thy run or walk, love isn’t a fight
Soulmate is the prophesy of a love prophet
Phase for two to become a soft strong heart
Esau’s wife, a realistic charm best described by no poet
When she says a word, thy shall catch a breath
In her smiles are mass of hope meant for rent.
Wait! don’t dare; she’s not for all born
She’s that shadow shining within the sun
Peace is supreme, she has no horn
Elegant gaze, if she blink, irons will burn
Water isn’t in her tears but ore and fun
Inside beauty, her toes are pretty her halo is no pun.
Will a name be forgotten when it’s created as none infringe?
She’s to thee the real poetry written on love lodge
Parental rare encounter: the body and soul’s urge.
To Heaven she’s a chandelier, hell’s blazer an irreversible purge
Wipe not, she’s an artifact that can’t be forge In love she’s its letters -like water and its sludge.
It’s been days I last heard from you
I have tried so hard to reconcile with you…
Since it has failed, I’m for real but its over due..
It’s primetime but we have to turn the TV off
Our love has been on peoples lips soft but tough
It has left us with no road yet endless and rough…
If God sent us to war why not we lie in a tomb
You are a good girl, the light once shone in a bulb
And every moment we shared was the bomb….
In case in decades we meet moody, sober or high…
Pls say “hello” with or without a smile when I say hi.
For now and for the best it is time we say- Bye!
Life has a rule to all that breaths
And its rules are in patterns
Arranged beside mosaic of beauties…
I honestly don’t give a fat to the bones
What images it casts or engraves
As its designs or its templates….
Simply because without you or your hug
Life shall and will always go on…
Swallowed sweat candies from hells dung
And also tasted the sweat candies beside heavens door
Believe me, sweat taste same on the tongue
But its comforting to sleep on a bed without a bed bug.