To Dear Fatima
When the mountain goes home
Remember how to use the Valley
Roses are costly than the diamond
If the eyes of the coming rain beckon
Remember how your name was written
on the hairy soul of the sun before the saints
You looking at me but I'm looking through you
I can't explain who I am through your eyes
Send me your love when tomorrow comes
Dear Fatima, your soul is my soup to leak
Your eyes is my satelite of dreams and hope
Tarry here till eternity comes in glory
Then shall I make my heart your home.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
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