An Ode To My Bee'sknee
Game thou not with mine heart,
By thine stonewalling art,
That we might have a love fest and glee
Of a lasting wetdream of rue free,
A love that endures fine,
Like the bristlecone pine.
How thine yea made my lovesick soul gay,
And how I yearned to behold this day!
Ought we not explore our may even soon,
Or will thou so bereave me of this boon?
Nay, anon to the hostelry let's ooze,
For it's fairly a country mile to cruise.
Neither did I had a clue,
Nor was I given a cue,
That thou art soothing of a chive,
That savour my life as I thrive
With a sweet smell of bliss,
Now my soul soar in peace.
Shall I compare thee to the altair?
Blazing blissful beams on me so fair!
Thou art so fair a sunlight,
Giving a shine to my night.
How my hands yearn to feel thy sleek skin, so cutesy and fey,
Like the sunbird so glossy, causing a stare all the way!
Thou have dewy looks like a cat, so brave,
Thou art gentle and harmless like a dove,
Thou art the bird of paradise, so fine,
Thy body, finely curved like cypress vine,
Thou smell so sweet like a fragrant pine beyond wanders,
And thy fragrance, even sweeter than the moon flower's.
How soothing of a moment beatific smile of thine,
Like rain, washed away aches of a lovelorn heart of mine.
Though, the sky may wear barren cloud,
And fails to drops of rain afford,
For the sun and moon may wane
And fail to afford a shine,
The love from my pure heart,
Shall glow and never faint.
Copyright © Peremobowei Okubokekeme | Year Posted 2017
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