Written by: kayzen daramola

Rose at ma glance,the 
beauty shone ma lenses,with 
the sun in shota, of so many 
panic of thy brightness in the 
dept of nessdark....
Above the petals savoureth 
thy aroma of beauty,dejavu 
maketh thy present beneath 
ma heart.....aroma of 
sacroma in the peakest daize 
of endma.,erraneth is thy 
woosy doze of thy 
worth,feeling loosen when 
thy words woos ma brain,ma 
parted part feeleth so soon 
when the sput is cameth out 
of it cokoon...