umoh cyril

(05/12/1995 / Lagos nigeria)

One minute love


Something in your voice,
Left me no choice,
But to sing a song,
About your love,

I walked in rain,
Steps of my father,
Leading the way,
Praying I don't falter,

And I'll walk in the rain,
With you all over again,
To feel your touch again,
To hear your voice again,

Holding you for a minute,
Doing nothing but kissing,
Alone for just a minute,
Standing together and not walking,

Am a fool for love,
A happy one indeed,
Even though you don't love,
A minute with you is paradise for me,

A short love story,
Feeling like eternity,
My perfect story,
Ended too shortly,

I'll cry for you,
As you go for him,
But glad I loved you,
I wish the best for you and him.

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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