Walking down the isle of my heart,
In this dark, a knife can cut through,
An apology weave to plait,
I know not how, I have no clue.
A potion of sincerity and honesty,
Burned from the crevices of my being,
My humble offering to Her Majesty,
Saying sorry as I bend my knee.
I can say this all night long,
I can put it in a poem or in a song,
I am just a mere mortal,
Accept my offering through your portal.
Coursing through the routes of my veins,
On a chariot with love reins,
To the kingdom where care reigns,
My heart sat in pains.
Singing as the horse galloped and neighed,
I hope she hears melody of my heart,
For she is the measure at which my being is weighed,
I sang for her as she sat.
The stars were so beautiful and identical,
But one was an outstanding 'star'.
The stars had no blemish and that one was without a scar.
Stars shine in the dark, so that one was put in a jar.
Its glowing light set the jar ablaze, and its sheen was seen afar.
That star is you, that jar is me and together we'll have no mar.
© Ikpeme kanong
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