Treasure Island

Emmanuel Isuku


My Love For You


My love for you is like the lovely breeze
That blows gently during evening tide- -
My love for you is like the fine hue
On the skin of a newly born child.

Your beauty is fresher than the rose,
That graces meadows in mid June- -
Your voice that heals unseen wounds
Overshadows nightinghale's tune.

I'll love you a thousand times and more;
Your feelings I shall camp 'round like gold- -
I shall light your world like the sun,
Your source of joy I shall firmly hold.

Let me abide 'round you all my days,
Let my home be at your tender feet- -
O coo my ears with your melody,
Untill I dance always to your beat.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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