My aim is true, my love, and pure,
To capture beauty, to ensure
That every word that I do write
Is filled with passion and delight.
For you, my muse, my heart's desire,
I'll stoke the flames of passion's fire,
And with each verse, I'll paint a scene
Of love and longing, bright and keen.
The gentle breeze, the starlit sky,
The twinkle in your laughing eye,
All these I'll weave into my art,
To capture every beat of your heart.
And when at last my pen runs dry,
And all my words have said goodbye,
My love for you will still remain,
A burning ember, a sweet refrain.
For though my aim is just to write,
My heart belongs to you tonight,
And every poem that I create
Is but a tribute to our fate.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
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