The tamer of my heart.
For too long I am wanderer,
A normad searching for love,
Vagabond worker of piquancy;
I meet birds, none looks dove,
I see flowers,none is like rose .
River bird ignore me not,
Tell me where my love is;
The angel with camwood on her feet,
Who has two beads on her twisting waist,
Whose hairs are youngest palm fonds.
The arrivistes say they cat-walk
But my love is a gorgeous chameleon;
Stepping out like recovering for tiredness,
Tire? No,she's only being ebullient, debonair;
Her steps only dexterity of her beauty.
Tell me river bird, lest I die:
Her camwood , my beam of light,
The cymbals on her waist sing me lullabby,
Her hairs are the capillaries of my heart;
Ignore me not, my heart aches.
Alas, whispers of light, could she be the one ?
Is this light shadow of her glorious camwood ?
Foliage is dancing,could her cymbals be singing?
My heart turns,oh heals,it pumps,life rejuvenates,
A glimpse,glaring, she is, she is the tamer of my heart.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
14/2/14
Categories:
arrivistes, love,
Form: Free verse