An Adieu That Hurts
Yes,my sin swallowed me;
Like the toad-the adder's meal.
When first you summoned me:
Even of your love to feel.
Loan was your Love and assests;
You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'.
But after the Lent love laced with
Pride weighed me down with strife:
Pulling me off your standard.
Scourging me even with your
Thy soft palm seasoned with
Elating my heart,ushering me into a
The smiles of your face glazed with
Sweetening my soul,costier than
The lyrics of they words,
Ringing yet,whipping my ears for
How can i get back on the stairs;
I'm made equal with tears.
Even if not to fill the former field.
Just let the torn soul again mend be.
Come again,ho my princess:
How long will you scold me with
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017
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