Give me the opportunity to speak my mind
For I'm already in another world
Five me the chance to speak what is within me
For I'm not in the world i used to be
Open your arms and get me clutched
Before i run out of control
I have no definition for love but
I know it conquers all
I have no description of love but
I know it turns black to white
I know not the odour of love but
I know it smells greater than spikenard
I know not the value of love but
I know it is more precious than sardius
Two lovers make meddlers busy
As coral makes jeweller busy
One without love will always be a sapling but
Love makes you sapient
A single nan can't be sanguine
For his life is not as real as illusion
A romantic relationship is like chrysolite:
It is clear and defined;
It also has solutions to problems
For it turns to saraband
In days of tribulations
And afflictions.
Love smells better than calamus
And it can't be done without
A life sans love is an empty barrel
For there is no Jewel in it
Lonely life sapped both body and soul.
I will rather love than to hate
For love takes one into another world:
A world without worry;
A world enclosed with ecstasy.
Oke Peter(c) 2013
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