The morning Bird
My mockingbird
That whisper at night
When I am half at mind.
What is this dawn?
If this time is yesterday,
I would write for you
Love Letter;
Hello love,
I paint to you the picture of my love
Using words in this Love letter
Because in such,
Nothing else can explain it to you.
Last night
A holy dreams visited me!
I saw the peak of joy in the church
When believers witnessed the ambivalent of you
My Angel and your wings before Christ.
I saw the beginning of Romanticism
When I was Romeo and youere Juliet
And nothing else matters more than that aristocracy.
By the dawn,
I was Adam and you were Eve and life begins.
If this time is today,
Then I am your pillow
Holding your cheek every night with peace.
On your best days,
I am your love songs
That chant your emotions,
Your bird that sing for you
Morning aubade beside your bed,
The drizzling solid liquid from your showers
That flows from your head to tail is your love.
I am your favourite Lotion
That smears you all over.
It's my job to soften you from your skin to the heart.
I serve you like dressing mirror that watch the whole of you
As it check on your daily beauty.
If this time is tomorrow,
I would like to marry you on contract
And it will last for not less than hundred years
But life time centenarian.
I would spend my summer on bed with you by my side.
Winter would be too hot
Because I would be in betwixt you
And cuddle you like a living embryo.
I would be startle with old age
Because years pass like air in your present.
I would be your Fool if my Muse make you laugh.
2018ocenmicheal@theshadowwordsafrica-poetry
That whisper at night
When I am half at mind.
What is this dawn?
If this time is yesterday,
I would write for you
Love Letter;
Hello love,
I paint to you the picture of my love
Using words in this Love letter
Because in such,
Nothing else can explain it to you.
Last night
A holy dreams visited me!
I saw the peak of joy in the church
When believers witnessed the ambivalent of you
My Angel and your wings before Christ.
I saw the beginning of Romanticism
When I was Romeo and youere Juliet
And nothing else matters more than that aristocracy.
By the dawn,
I was Adam and you were Eve and life begins.
If this time is today,
Then I am your pillow
Holding your cheek every night with peace.
On your best days,
I am your love songs
That chant your emotions,
Your bird that sing for you
Morning aubade beside your bed,
The drizzling solid liquid from your showers
That flows from your head to tail is your love.
I am your favourite Lotion
That smears you all over.
It's my job to soften you from your skin to the heart.
I serve you like dressing mirror that watch the whole of you
As it check on your daily beauty.
If this time is tomorrow,
I would like to marry you on contract
And it will last for not less than hundred years
But life time centenarian.
I would spend my summer on bed with you by my side.
Winter would be too hot
Because I would be in betwixt you
And cuddle you like a living embryo.
I would be startle with old age
Because years pass like air in your present.
I would be your Fool if my Muse make you laugh.
2018ocenmicheal@theshadowwordsafrica-poetry

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