Old Love
All i notice are the shadows
Shadows of angelic beauty
Accompanied with strings
Of hyperbole and sticky
love? Who knows.
Oh! My lady call me somemore
And browbeat my furnace-like
Fury for yon might try thine
Let me dream the dream of
ancestors and perherps beyond
Im too young for this old love!
That it intoxicate me.
Copyright © Omotosho Seth | Year Posted 2013
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