Soul Mate
Soul mate
It's like a honeycomb
Dwellings of sweetness
The honey that soaks my bread
In the eventide of a restful hour
With every words gushing out
Like the sweetest palm wine
Tapped by my grandfather
That never founds its likes
Ever since he had journeyed home
Soul mate
With every choice words
She prays in conversation
With the beings of purest love
Deep down her voice life springs
Like the oil that runs down Aaron's head
Peace of mind she brings with her
Every steps graced with kindness
Echoes of love heard by her man
Love is found again!
© John Chinaka Onyeche
Copyright © Onyeche John Chinaka | Year Posted 2020
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