Milova Matthias Poems

My eyne and my heart are at mortal war!
For thy beauty art all the better part of me.
But since thy love I love and thy tasty worth
I do forgive thee, oh sweet gentle thief!
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I salute thee African's beauty.
Nigeria's diva who hailed from Mbaise.
Orekelewa of the giant of Africa.
Whose beauty an elegant gait.
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I want to pick a word and think it through.
To plant an idea and watch it grow.
I want to smile and cry whenever I wanted to.
How will this be possible? Can someone tell me so?
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A kiss blown is a kiss wasted.
The only real kiss is a kiss tasted.
Release my stiffened body with thy lips.
And stir my soul with the heat of thy kiss.
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'White' cunning birds of prey.
Blimey from west they come.
Those bodkin birds of passage.
Without fear Brits they shun.
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Oh! How I love the breeze.
It is my swiftness.
Day and night, though I appear freeze.
Even so, the spontaneous overflow of loneliness.
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I have tasted death.
It's the same with sleep.
I have been buried alive without a grave.
It's the same with wretchedness.
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Let me not to the sea of fear.
Amidst living, for it is sweetness.
So corrosive to entice.
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Most times I marvel
At the wonders nature unravel
The magnificence of beauty
The admiration of everything pretty
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Kiss my cheeks.
For wishes are horses.
And I'm long gone.
In the lust of your love.
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