Involved With Her

Involved With Her long poem

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Standing in a field,
Just feeling cool.
My mind settles down like a glass of water.
See a clear sky, blue above me.
A sound I heard like a voice of an angel.
It waves into my ears.

Looking into her eyes,
I see something new,
Renewing my life.
While I was drowning in love.

Some broke hearts like plates.
I’m broke in love, but still trying to write this down in slate.
I know I made some errors in love,
but I thought she would amend the mistakes.

Closely looking at the humour in her.
Her voice sounds like the most marvellous of all.
A voice sounding from the void of my heart.
I keep a lot of love stories in the vault of my heart.

In her, I see a valley containing the true fountain of beauty.
She is the fountain of the spirit to Love.
Now I climb on the mountain to get the spirit to Love.
A compassionate spring flows down and enter my soul.
I have loved her like her spirit encounters my soul.

I have fallen asleep, deep in love
Like doves at night time resting above.
I see us in a love garden,
leaves fallen,
I dreamt, it’s me she is calling.

Then I confessed,
Liberating my thoughts of my mind,
From my heart through my mouth,
Out of my precious vault.

Waking up to see the opposite of my soul’s expectations.
Eluded by a beautiful but twisted fantasy.
I felt I was deceived by my own expectations.

She says nothing will ever change her.
And in my chants, meditations and prays, I want something to change her.
If she doesn’t change, then love is in danger.

Does she think I am merely infatuated?
I can’t be superficially involved in love.
I can’t just revolve around the round angles and the single angle of love that anchors us together.

Some says I fall in love.
I stand in love.
Because, it’s better to understand that to stand in love is better than to fall in Love.
So, We stand firm in Love.

“I like you” is what I initially, told her.
Then, I stretched my hands and romantically held her.
At a time, she eventually held me.

She wants us to be just platonic friends.
But I think Me and Her in platonic relationship is just like a plastic frame.
It’s superficial in nature.
I’m feeling like the first time in nature,
When our father Adam saw our mother Eve,
when he woke up from a long deep sleep.
Then he asked God who she was,
and went along and held her hips.

Love at first sight, no other human was involved
Science says “from ape we all evolved”
The Bible says its from them we descend.
Now, with Sarah am romantically involved.

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I am Teitei Stanley. I was born into the undeveloped bushy-watery part of Nigeria, to speak the most interesting and self-expressive language called Ijaw (Izon).As i grow I learn to earn knowledge and understanding from all reliable source - from the Bible, from my parents, teachers and some of those who decide to correct me when I am wrong.I love music as a teen, and preoccupied so much of my time listening to a great many genre of music.. I have so many vaulted thoughts which I would divulge in poetry. I just follow no rule in my writing, because I believe we are all poets born to speak our mind in whichever way comprehensible. I think the way I write would set a standard for future generation. So, I freestyle the way I write my poems to gain no coin, but to at least gain AP points.
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