THE MYSTERY OF LOVE
As we get lost in love,
Our fingers soothe themselves and tell the hidden story,
And each of our sandals compliment our footsteps
Leaving eternal imprints of stories yet untold,
Our eyes which searches through our mind get ready to burn.
As our eyes burn in love,
All flaws turns to perfect imperfections,
Our mind compliment and get drunk with the righteous evil,
Our lips get married and ramble sweet nothings.
As our lips get married in love,
We long to test from the cauldron of holy iniquity,
Counting all losses as profits, and weaknesses, strength,
And smiling foolishly to the inebriating nothingness.
© Fannieoma
Adielechi Francisca Mmesoma
The woman doing her thing.. Keep it up! Show us more of you.
am3mm10@ptsolest
Grammatical errors and questions about originality...
