Take her heart
Save her from hurt
Is all sweet affection could utter
As he tried to focus
Tonnes of her voice screams far away
Her cry for help is beginning to fade out
The fuel in the lamp ought to burn more
If he combines his
Now it is necessary they share a room
Love carved on the slate, all her possibilities
Priorities could meet every iota
She was given the floor to choose
Love was scared she might not choose right
Her recall ignited to aid her picking
It was pristine clear a vision
She waited long
To be intimately fed
by the affection she dreamt of
The prestige of love
was beaconing on her in all its elegance
It only made sense to let her sway to love
Love has genuinely found her
Now she explored all assets beyond her senses
A dart of love was, this season, was hers to feel
© MAKINDE KEHINDE MARGRET
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