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Sonnet: Carving her

I heard you carve flowers from ice
If you ever carve the love I have
Or opportune to paint things I write
Do not skitter the flower verse
For it carries a golden paragon
Whose charisma, bask a force
Relishing laughter, she excogitates.

When she trip her light fantastic toes;
She ease fierce wind and melts the stone
Her gaze and body are a beau ideal
As you carve and paint, do not forget,
Her Venus waist dimples my breath
Most importantly, do not forget
The mellifluous love she has for me.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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