AFTER
YOU IT’S YOU
My
spirits lifted again for your loin
My
youth days fancy your vivacious face
I
shoved the sweetness of your lake
But
I’m now in the saddle for your ocean
No
matter how hidden deep your treasure
I
will go on an exile for the rummage
Saying
I miss you
Still
hurts
‘Cos
it captures not the feelings of chaos and major catastrophe
Caused
by your absence
O
beauty of the black bride
Aloft
desideratum of a mirror
‘Cos
it lucid to the world of your beauty
Hasty
my heart is,
Trembling
in the wind
Like
colourful banners
I
want to,
Doing
the rhythm from the flute
To
see a twilight smile on your face
O
yes! I want you again
And
for my rest
I
should wear you a crown
Above
your sculptured hair
I
shall weave you songs
To
your earrings before you drowse
Hot
honey of tea cup to serve you from your dreams
O
lady mine, let me tell you, you are my beloved.
Ibbwrites©
2019
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