Tart
Tarts
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
And nothing could prepare the fresh-married virgin
For the excitement of climaxes, when the beginning
Was an anticlimax of pain and blood and in-depth
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
But the real joy only comes when their is a blossoming ,
And their is enduring fruitfulness and life limitless,
The beauty and passion and playful tantrums of togetherness.
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Copyright © Olu Agbolade David | Year Posted 2018
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