Hearth Robber Poem by Adeola Babalola

It was the day
i lie idle
that my eye caught you.
And causing uneasiness
like a bird perching on a line.
But him in Isreal am nt
for murder am yet to invite.

You were just what my semantics
can not unveil.
Then wondering take is place in my heart.
I want you for love
i want you to stay.
But you are a plougher and a butterfly.

Wait and be
thought am not handsome
but you were even more than Cinderellar.
Despite not peeping on her.
But i want you to know
that a right and a wrong
all can't be wrong.
Look I can not say if you were light or dark.
Good or...
All i know is that you would kill me.
If we marry
for i am jealous.
And yet, your outter beauty
equal with your inner ugliness.