They say: “the pen is a poet, most powerful weapon”.
But, For you, I'll scribble down harmless, beautiful words that, scarred demons can't thread on
Words filled with alphabets engulfed by, embellish coded love's letters
Letters specially etched for thee on wanton papers with a quill of peacocks' feathers.
In my darkest of lonely days
Thy brightest heart's light shone on me, like a million sun-rays
The weight of thy emotional's freight is deeply rooted in my heart's nights,
And it can't be lifted with the strength of a thousand mights
With the birth of each day anew
My inexplicable feelings for thee, renews
O' this dry heart of mine is, made wet by the droplets of thy love's dew.
O' my eyes are yearning frantically just to, peak at thy veracious angel's view.
My soul is lonely, my heart is weak
Only thy extraordinary love it seeks
O' fairest maiden, come quell me of this emotional ill
As I heaved a sigh of soothing relief, waiting for thy kiss, I stand still.
Copyright @EHINOMEN BLAZE ISAAC.
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