Love Language

My love for language is the best Yet my love for her goes far mile than that. She lightens my heart with her smile Even when in the nighttime, I see through her heart. She is that- subsisting Who makes me feel healed when drained. I recollect the night devoured with her. Her eyes flicker more than a diamond Her lips are far more seducing than the pinkies Her figure might not be the best but triggers me to the right Her smooth pointers make me feel warm Even in the harmattan season, I feel I am covered in an air-conditioned season with her I shall pronounce not her inscription, For I know not who she is owned by She is my conviction For I confide in her Even the peacock is not as peaceful as she is Yet, She bears the name ©DR.MILLZ