Ejalonibu Abraham

(22/08/2013 / Osun state)

In Her Eyes

I saw something strange
To me in her eyes.
In her eyes,
It looks like an opal,
Always change colours.
Her eyes always loquacious
To me because
It flesh like sea stone.
When i look her eyes,
I feel shy.

In her eyes,
It looks like flash Of lightening in the dark,
strike like thunder in the rain.
Because it phobia in nature.
Because of your eyes,
My heart is for free.
My heart is the
Price for your eyes.
Your eyes ice my heart always.
My heart beat 72 times per min...
Because your eyes, beat 36 times per min...
Take my heart and go
May be my heart can free from your eyes

I love it.

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 14, 2014
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For my lady

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