Black Love
Black Love is a very darkest hue,
owing to
The absence of iniquitous
or
The complete absorption of throbbing
Black Love is the core within oneself,
The marrow of the hearts and as much as brawn to parade
All agonies laid and vaunted ebullience abundantly
Black Love is worshiping the pyramids of immolate the triumph of greed
And bestows temperance,
adorned in the walls of life
And balancing bits and pieces of sweet and sugar
Black Love is the mother that hold
prayers for deliverance
Much beloving and nurturing all her cubs
O' she lullabied us, she fed us
And her milk is philtres for lives
Black Love is a spoiled, wilful child
He whimpered in his nightmares and
All his vehemence bloomed in her womb
Shadowed in fortified and loved but
Remained a spoiled, wilful child
Black Love is a Lover
Soul yearn
Feet yonder
A glimpse of him
Maybe a little love...
Categories:
philtres, 12th grade, black love,
Form: Narrative
what will you write of the apricot,
when the fruit has fallen for the last time?
'and the last apricot was
like his last letter
received a decade ago;
that was very little to quench my thirst
but his memories were enough to last for the lifetime'!
He fuel the flames of her esse
He is the essences of her poem
He was in her beneath like inebriation
His philtres and potions arouses welding
"He never returned and how time flies;
The apricot jam spread over the toast was his favourite
The coral fruit enfolded his tastes and touches
And the aroma of the juicy flesh dampen his ardour"
All I remember is 'the apricot and his last letter'.
Categories:
philtres, 12th grade, april, fate,
Form: Epigram