SHE IS IN LOVE WITH MY POEMS

Written by: femi joey oloidi

 I love my poem,
 it gives my girlfriend 
 goose-pimples and leaves poker-dots on her laughter 

I love my poem,
it gives my inspiration sexy pimples and leaves me with a gooseneck, 
because my girlfriend never gets tired of embarrassing me with kisses, after she’s done going through my poems,
this pierces through my soft-pitched hugs

When she’s excellently sad
I don’t worry to flash various colours of flowers
to make her happy
because my poem, 
has the astute to make her happy again like the smiling raindrops

When I adopt her sadness, 
I always get soaked in tattered emotions

But 
she decoratively knows how to bow away my intense sadness

She simply recites the funniest verse of my poem 
this brings me back to a butterfly state
 
She’s in love with my poem
really,
she melts in my poem
 
She keeps saying that my poem is the ruler of her happiness
and that I should never dare to stop writhing

Even If I have no more ink to feed my paper or inspiration, to water my thoughts, 
I should just keep writing in colourful tones. 

For my poem keeps her love for me,
shining and raising in colourful tones