Abubakar Mohammed Musa | + Follow Poet |
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I Swear

Don't ask your heart,
Don't blame it,
Don't chastise your heart,
Don't scorch it,
Make yourself assured
You grasped a true love,
That would never short,
Because I made it as hard love.

I will fill each hole of your heart
To have it eternally to my heart
I swear to my vains and pains,
I will gain the rains of love
Like grains to my brains.
The world was made for love
In animals we have doves
They love themselves without rivalry
That's why they live gourdly.
Don't ask a gourmet about Garri

I swear by the moon and the stars
That live in your steeped heart.
I swear by the love that hankers
To instil in your heart,
I swear by the wisp grins
Of your soft swathed chins
That were dabbed by my lips
I will love your lilac lips.

I will miss your smile,
You are always as my smile.
I will never forget your face,
You are always my pace,
No girl is so worthy in my space,
You are a buttress of my smile
My heart stayed as a wimp
In your love; it can't swim
Your blood is my heart's pool
Your love is much full

I swear by your breathes
That are under my heart's beneath
I swear by your heart's blood
That sprints like a heavy flood
I swear by your eye lashes
That are so hot like high school's lashes
I swear by your trachea's sighs
That allows sweet sighs
To overflow as my heart's sighs,
I will love thee as mine,
Because you're always in my mind.
 
Sweet love never dies
Sweet love always shines
Sweet love is always my tea
You're a sugar in my tea
By which it tastes thee

Your fragrance fills the atmosphere,
Your sweats dissolve the hydrosphere
Your skin that sways fluently
And the muscles that internally
Hoarded around your bones,
And your bloods within your bones,
I will never forget your love.

It is a long and narrow poem
That goes with touching tones
Your message is a poem
That chirps a melodious tones
Your steps always sound
In my heart's lounge
I will be triumphing your name
I will be caring your name
I will be in your name's fame
Your name will be a game
That I will be hunting as a game
You are frames that frame
My body like a door frame

Your heart will be a legitimate
I'll never be something intimidate
Only those that are magnates
In love will be magnates
That will purchase your heart's magnets
I have a good chiaroscuro
That will let me get a Goro.

Copyright © Abubakar Mohammed Musa | Year Posted 2018

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