Thoughts
I may be shy but my pen isnt
And this poem is borne out of pure instinct.
I think I may have met you in the life before,
Maybe we used to play together when I was four;
I may be wrong but considering this emotional semantics,
You should be the reason I hate mathematics.
All I care to calculate is how to love you better,
Olo mi abeg settle down well to digest this letter;
The warmth in my heart is like the Jamaican afternoon
And cant wait to set my eyes on you pretty soon.
We may be thousand miles away,
But believe me when I say you're the reason I pray;
I reckon I'd seen you in dreams before we met,
Kissing sometimes upon the horizon of golden sunset.
And oftimes I wouldnt want to wake from my sleep,
Because I wanted the dreams to keep;
We may have met before in a former life,
And thats why only you deserve to be my wife.
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