Treasure Island

Buyunde Acura Sylivester

(8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

SYLVESTER


S- Strongly in love with you,
Y- Yearning for you,
L- Liking everything in you,
V- Very sincere to you,
E- Evidently trusting you,
S- Smiling every time for you,
T- Thinking about you,
E- Endlessly cherishing you,
R- Repeatedly renewing my love.

You are that sweet melody,
Of life and the hymn,
Of my silent heart,
That pronounces your sweet name,
In every beat,
That day to day smiles for you.

The craze of my poetry arises,
From the fact that I love you,
Without reasons to name,
But I love you with reasons,
Beyond counting,

A letter to my:
Darling,
Friends,
And fanatics!

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

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