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Upon her grave planted a rose
That fragrance spells when the wind blows
And when it does I always scent
The presence of her milliscent
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We share in life this one thing in common;
Grandeur in lips you've got, and so will I
The trails that you laid, I will follow on
Till beyond I will lie there where you lie.
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I see you duchess dear
Fondling your womb with care
On by me mirror and By the rub of your hand
It's a monument rare. On your face day by day
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To thee, spring, this graceful wren of Wiltshire
Gambolling now aloft in easeful gyre
In some recess of seasonal labour
Nectar to wage for transporting favour
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I loved her and I thought she loved me too
With love so real because she told me so
My beloveth Elizabeth Odoh.
And we had shared only between us two
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The wind blows;
The grasses burden dissolves
In its mellow tunes beckoning
Enchanted stems and leaves
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I have wished to live on by the sea
The castle of shells that you will see
Rising to the blue up high up high
Shall be my dwelling before I die
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I see roses in your eye,
Withering and oozing and loosing necter fragrance
Weeping of thornlessness,
Droping a tear on my heart to lie
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Peeping through my eyes ajar
As i lie belly-up
In the grass in the field;
What do i see?
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Zanily, I sang your beauty when you approached
Yacking on yore when love began
'Xalting you in song as I cast
What steady glance upon your alluring dimple;
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I dreamt a dream in my dream
Flying in the heat of the dazzling sun's beam
Enticed in the act as if entranced
With waxy wings and not a bit daunt
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You seek, we hide
You hide, we swirl enchanted
Ripples: ebb and flow
With leaping tiddlers,
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Peep into if you may
My sequestered sanctum
Snaking trembling sight the way
Into your morbid doom.
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Oh! twin syster to the blue sky
Thy outstanding spectral beauty
On bed where you both once lie
Had brought so much envy
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Upon Her Grave

Upon her grave planted a rose
That fragrance spells when the wind blows
And when it does I always scent
The presence of her milliscent
Who fell into hot oil and froze.
Much I trust eternal repose
But not when my eyes river flows
For she lies, just her scent ascents Upon her grave.
My tears shall be forever woes
And more to grave that saw us foes
And wish her love upon me sent
As she marches up with the saints
Remembered only by what grows
Upon her grave.

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