Like a dream
I felt for her charm
Love made me a faller
Just when our gaze met.
I stumble and tremble
Like a child in cradle trouble
Life trips up on me
I wish my lover calls to me
Before my death doth appears.
I'm imperfect;
Though her love made me perfect
I do not know which was worse;
Loving her or hating her?
Without her I was uninterested in life
I always thought her to be my wife
I thoughts we could find some relief
The whole world in love doth belief.
Her love made me do extraordinary
Although I was not ordinary.
I was her truecaller
Until her love made me a faller.
Prince Ojoka
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