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Okonkwo. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I didn't know hearts could speak until we crossed part
I was walking home, carrying a heart laden with the grief of my brother’s death
My mind straddling from the nostalgia of our bonded brotherhood
to the thought of what the afterlife would deal him.
You were seated at a secluded corner, carrying your hearts in your hands
And crying out your eyeballs, wishing if God could bring back your father’s life.
Upon that lonely and rejected wood we, dejected souls, sat cursing out death tirelessly
For taking away our beloved brother and father.
That day, I heard my heart speak for the first time; my heart exploded in awe
And I felt I was captured under a spell; I saw the aura of glory in your eyes.
It wasn’t your exquisite awe-inspiring beauty that got me lovey-dovey
But the natural calmness in your voice as you told me your stories.
You reminded me of the fabled Arabian princess.
My emotions turned into Janus- one reminding me of a lost brother
The other, quite domineering, nudging me in my veins never to let you go.
You saw the magic in my eyes; you felt the same way I felt
We were marveled that fate brought us to meet on a lonely path.
With your amazing pieces of cakes you re-awakened my dead love life on your birthday
Your cakes were brilliant; you made them from magnificent range of fruits and spices
The smells were superb. The aromatic smells of the cakes cooking in the oven and smearing your kitchen sent us to an early bubbly romance.
We became lovebirds; your crystal steaming room, neatly furnished with vitality bed,, made for only two- us, was our love nest; we enjoyed every of our love bites.
That night, you made a tipsy cake; we dined and wined while the stars watched over us
We sang to our ears; every single love song we played, we made ours
We danced while we got intoxicated on our own supply
And before our eyes the night closed its nocturnal doors.
Under your winter blanket were two figures, glued in carnal brash adventure, wishing the moment would never end.
I prayed tomorrow never to come. Alas! Uninvited, the Morning woke tomorrow up
Under the blanket, we watched the sun set.
But tomorrow came Janus-faced; with a vice we never wished for- impassioned jealousy
It tore us apart; pulled us away; and took away our precious moments
But I still carry in my heart those precious moments.