Images about me-
still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for.
Every minute of her life
she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my abode.
In her mind is a compass of love
that points at my direction every time, unceasingly, her sonar skills pick all auditory signal from me.
Her legs are swift to
my courtyard, her nose knows every sweet smell from me, her body magnet knows no other code except mine.
In your heart is a dedicated
altar, affix with my name; every time the altar reminds her of eternal journey with a soul mate.
In her mouth is the lyric of
love, upon her tongue is the Wisdom of Solomon, and down her inner ear or cochlear is a chip- that plays only sound I understand.
Her body chemistry synchronises
with mine, her anatomy and physiology are inseparable from me; emotionally-she is much connected to me.
A bone out of my bone
you may call her, my representation of all times, seasons, and year round. Bold poems on Beloved Bountiful words on Friendship Passionate thoughts on Loyalty
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Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
Time passes by The birds flew high Grass is never greener on the other side They lied They lied Controlling your mind You’re being watched And they’re inside Your split mind Comedy and tragedy What is this horrid travesty The
Never mind He’s a cool cat, as a matter of fact And there ain’t no doubting how you feel about that. Whilst I am just a pig wallowing in the mud And I will never be good enough. She is
My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like
I’m looking at him he is looking at someone else i’m helping her yet she thanks someone else I’m tagging along behind them they walk even faster I get home and call my mom she is busy I go to