Sea; Be Still
I am jealous
Of your waiting calls
Is it that you now have fellas
It seems of me, you not zealous
Despite the recalls
Once upon a time
I am the precious jewel on thy neck
You personally make me your heart's prime
That you volunteer your beads for me to bedeck
But all now has turned a crime
Why have you
You, I mean your heart
Has suddenly turned me blue
When I have mastered you: my art
A more save box now battered without clue
Don't run from me
I am still the dearest one
You know I will always be
Let us keep it secured in fun
Your grace have the right key
May be you think I want a thrush
Like an earthly angel from another realm
You know I just don't have you my crush
All my furniture are made from your elm
This isn't to make you blush
Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2022
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