my heart

THE descry of true love..  A Blessing of GOD….

my senses ware dotage in her pomade,

her eyes deadened my love for world…

Her visage usurped my flow, my heart,

her love dazzled my vivid hatred for world…

Once, I felt a gentle touch on my heart,

THE descry of true love…afterward, i was hurt…..

i was frigid, it wasn’t her, an angel i loved…

Her Ignorance was a foray to my foothold,

after that, forbearance was da only ford,

i could hold n snatched back my sword…..