My Song Poem by Bironga Chadwick

My Song



Being too one dimensional,
When all you have come to expect from me are words,
Sweet nothings,
But I can't help it,
For only them can pass the intended message,
Of writing about you,
Rather than write about love,

Could you shape these words into lillies
Metaphors into feelings
Could you write me a poem
With the colours of your heart in it
Sing me a love song,
With sweet and endearing ubiquitous words,

Can you see my soul through a hearty laugh,
And name my smile
Or sing of me in a sonnet
Shaped in masterpiece Shakespearen art

Of a beautiful night sky,
Painted by millions of twinkling stars,
Is what I see on that familiar face,
Punctuated by that smile,
The angelic child-like smile

Can you see the ocean in my eyes
Its waters lie deep
Anticipating your allusions
Oh let these words hatch!
My heart has been pregnant
The york has come to ripe

My lips may lack a tune to hum along to,
Or anticipating lips to warm up to,
But it will not miss one thing,
You,
..... MY SONG.

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