DUROJAIYE ADEBOYE

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a journey of a tasteless love


I am eating my honey and honeycomb



I am drinking my wine and milk



I drank my wine to a point I became drunk



And lay low like a drunken monkey ready to be locked in a cage of love



As my heart beat and asks whose cage of love am I.



He unlocks the key to my open mind



And behold a beautiful young lovely’s angel



Appearing in a beautiful red scarlet



With her eyes shining like diamond



And her lips is as red as an hibiscus



Are smile are comely in nature



And are feet are like the feet of Princess Elizabeth



Are voice sounds like melody?



As she move closer and says, I love you



My heart gazed and lost all the turmoil inside it



As my lips where short of words



My hands move to grab her hands



But she disappear so soon like the moon



As my eyes awake in light recognising that I have been in the world of fiction



My lips where full of words



And my heart was back to zero point



As my lips where open



And words like what journeys of a tasteless love I have been.

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013
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