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It is love

What vital principles
Could make heavens call
And Apple fruits fall
Unnaturally far from trees.

What invigoration
Could turn nonentity
Into birds flying high
Disobeying gravity

What sort of a spirit
Is this lifeless entity
That scatters rocks,
Fall fence and melt ice.

What has demolished me
With lemons and a lime
And at the same time,
Sugary freezing heat.

What sort of madness
Is the craziness in action
Controlling my heart beat
Perking me up to passion.

And later in shyness
The river flows in profoundness
Marry me tends to pop
Such happiness…. it is love!

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

2 Comments

  1. Vincent, those words… Hmm… I love it. You know, it could make one love Love.

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