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Love is born a kid

Sprinkle water on its root
So it can be refined pure,
Love is born a kid.

Graze it to forage to grow
Give it care to flow,
Love is born a kid.

As it grows into an adult,
Affection strenghtens its bone
Love is born a kid.

Teach it to walk and run
Then a limp for it to fly,
Love is born a kid.

Wallow in rough and plain
Wired to learn from pain
Love is born to kid.

Tales Of A Wife: Love Is A Baton Race

  • Walking by the bush part
    I saw a young lady
    Heads down; fixed rigidly at a spot
    Crying so bitterly
    That I almost joined
    With a cracking voice she sang….
  • “Nne’, my mother!!!
    Nne’ mamam’ oooo!!!
    You were right
    I never should have loved
    Nne’, mamam’ oooo
    Open show me the way back to the house”
  • Young lady pick yourself up
    We are all students in the art of love
    Learning from every fallen baton
    We hold or once held
    Breaking mama’s rule
    Could have been right
  • “Nne’, my mother!!!
    Nne’ mamam’ oooo!!!
    You were right
    I never should have loved
    Nne’, mamam’ oooo
    Open show me the way back to the house”
  • Young lady pick yourself up
    Never quit
    Leave this spot
    Make yourself available
    To those that
    Considers you indispensable
  • Like a baton race
    One don’t play the game solely
    The game of life
    Is the game of love
    Affectionate dies
    Admiration is born.
  • (C) 2012 The True Poesy

    written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    Tales Of A Wife: Shyer

    Everyone likes her
    Everyman wants her
    First rated, face of a goddess
    Frustrating everyman’s
    Loving-kindness
    Her gaze is a smearcase
    Don’t look or
    Fall from a staircase.

    She’s this type that
    Everyman knows
    Although she goes by different names
    Sweetie, Pretty-princess
    African Queen, was what 2face called her
    She’s cool like a sleeping-beauty,
    Her parents should have named her Baby-angel for she’s such a love muffin

    Everyone likes her
    Fallen from the staircase
    To some ‘No’, To some ‘Yes’
    Then, everyone befriends her.
    She’s a man’s fondness
    That soft touching,
    She talks to a mans heart
    With such a large effect.

    Everyone likes her
    Everyman wants her
    Dust in the wind
    Coarse thud
    Non-in her voice,
    Well polished and brushed
    Phonetically
    She is an Ace.

    Not a dog or another loosed animal
    Mere hearing her sweet voice
    Or seeing her fantastic pretty face
    Covered with her
    Consistent long dark well-gloomed hair
    Hearts be sprinter
    To reach the spinster
    She is a fits of laughter.

    Her seduction and free sights
    Get me always in sighs
    Only, I say ‘hello’
    She reply ‘hi’
    Everyone likes her
    Everyman has her
    But by her
    I am a shyer.

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