Isiuwa Osa-Iguehide

My emotions are not blind not to see your love,
my ears are not deft not to hear your earnest scream,
My heart could smell your sweet love scent,
My nose is wide and could perceive your present,
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My heart is raining in the sun,
My wish hold on like a rocky brisk.
Day has become night for me,
Can I hold on to these dreams?
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Do not love me for my words,
Nor for the song echoing from this crazy Chris,
Love me for the sake of my love for you, F
For the sake of my crying dreams.
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My dearest Jean,
It is with love I wrote this letter,
Not for you to see nor read alone,
But for the World to read and hear the echo from a lover boy.
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Is this a war in the past?
Is this a heart challenge?
Or a mind battle of emotional hustle,
Hustling for the reality of true love
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Walking through the part of a name search,
That would stand prefix to mine,
I sail across seas and adventures through mountains and forest,
To see what nature of woman would bear this prefix.
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A time comes in every season,
That our heart makes a decision,
To hold onto and to let lose,
Through and against all odd,
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From the depth of my heart,
I echo in truth and sincerity of my craving love,
With dreams and fantasy of a wish yet to be fulfill,
Wish of a lifelong stroll with my darling Jean
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What have I achieved through my days on earth?
What treasure could I hold on to for a life time?
What glorious moment would I love to be remembered for?
Through vast seas and unending lands
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