My One And Only Love

My One And Only Love short poem

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My first love,
My one true love after God.
My beloved Sarah whom I love more than naira.
My one and only love.

One who makes my heart beat,
One who makes me believe no matter the heat,
One who shares my feelings,
One who heals my worry and makes me worry as I try to hurry,
One and only one, my one and only love.

Only you I see,
Only you I dream,
Only you I trust after God above,
Only you I love,
Only you are my one and only love.

Love your beautiful face that makes me lose and keep control,
Love your pretty smile and sexy eyes,
Love all the times we shared together, hope it will last forever,
Love the bad memories that we turned to good memories cause we said sorry or accepted it,
Love you my one and only love.

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Am a graduate of accounting from University of Jos in Nigeria, love to read and I try to write once in a while.
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