Treasure Island

John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

! ! who dare to save me


The love of a woman is killing me.
My heart is inflamed, it is craving.
poisoned by a potion of sweet love,
and blinded by sweet lips & kisses,
who dare to save me?

I’m entraped in a cave, deep under,
Entangle in webs of sweet influence
Of love which lay snares & beams.
I Baffled love, I do not comprehend,
rustling in its memories & mysteries..

My heart rises for the unknown.
Something deepen then the ocean
And as Stronger as first love, that
caged my mind in the wilderness,
Cloud me with doubts day & night.

How I wish to undo these spells
Unlock my heart from these bondages.
And how strong, these radiance of love,
And how mighty those glorous eyes.
Who dare to save me?

Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2008
Edited: Sunday, October 02, 2011

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