by Olajide Shadipe |
Categories:
love, sweet, sweet,
A tender note to discus
It’s lifting,
and I fear death no more
The peace that takes its time
A rose which blossom,
into a sweet scent
My affection holds no pain
Like a drop of bliss
from a fallen feather
Or the wind of joy
I beg to carry me on
A sweet twist of fate
for love sake.
Whichever,
my heart beats faster
Ardor found its way here
with genuine rapt
And I give my all,
my all …………….
by Olajide Shadipe |
Categories:
love, sweet, sweet,
A tender note to discus
It’s lifting,
and I fear death no more
The peace that takes its time
A rose which blossom,
into a sweet scent
My affection holds no pain
Like a drop of bliss
from a fallen feather
Or the wind of joy
I beg to carry me on
A sweet twist of fate
for love sake.
Whichever,
my heart beats faster
Ardor found its way here
with genuine rapt
And I give my all,
my all …………….
by James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
when we rose a fuss
with you want this to discus
glad that you love us