Romance
A touch of your palm make me warm
Giving me the best solace,
A kiss of your lip keep me In form
Glueing me to your face.
I cannot but think of thee
For the great moment we shared
Is forever recurring to me
Like an image that cannot be impaired.
The true definition of love is you
None other can be as equal.
I had tested and found you true
And for this I made this call.
My love ,thou art sweet
I yearn that we should meet.
Copyright © Akinpelu Peter | Year Posted 2025
|