When I Meet Her At The Bar Poem by Blessing Asake

our first meeting was at the grass rail,
I was drunk,
all I could think off is about my old wine,
I never pay attention to her,
I never knew she was has this beautiful.

I have my bear,
now I'm under the bar spell,
even I stick to be hard type,
her words keep flowing until I was caught by her attention,
now I'm drown in her I can't stand.

she is more pretty for enjoyment,
now I can hear only her heart beats, buh I stick to my bear,
I never wish for a cold call,
I'm in love with cold wine,
I never knew I will be far as this.

she is my waiter,
I'm cleared now, I'm taking her alone,
I have no patience for bear,
in her I found new revelation,
I think I'm beginning my Genesis, when we meet at the bar.