The Persistent Suitor
He’s the best in care but still like a friend online
tops every strategy to beat all other’s design.
Despite his wide fresh waters, my heart stays dead
keeping me amazed but to love another instead.
Yet another episode of my no and his resulting cry
the next one may cause him to go mad or finally die.
Standing on this lane, he’s not the only suitor
to know the direction of my heart, he’ll need a doctor.
Morbidity longs for me, wishing my hands he can hold
ready to sacrifice, even if it means stealing gold.
He patiently waits to open all the closed doors
swimming relentlessly to cross as many shores.
So scared, my announcement would be reciprocated with a grown up mourn
the news is ingested as this good heart stays withdrawn.
A stimulant it became, to brief this psychological funeral
building up virtues for him to become a general.
Even in my present state, he refuses to be a part of the slash
facing me are his torches of love and generosity as they flash.
Hoping someday, the log on my heart he’ll remove
appreciating his efforts by making a long awaited move.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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