Peter Gumbo Poems

My love you are a poem with its own description:
The assonance of your whispers,
The rhyme in scripted in your voice,
The themes that outline your body,
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Ingeeh! ! is the song he awakens to as is the lullaby he sleeps to.
A reminder of a mistake,
a painful and dreadful aftermath of pleasure,
if only he had known better,
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Her wet face,
Is a revelation of the short race,
Her most beloved had to face,
She looks around but all she sees is an empty space,
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When I went up the hill,
The hill was pitch green,
So my face lit up with a grin,
Because I was amazed by the feel,
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He tries to feign a smile,
Even if only for a while,
But sad memories are written on his face like a file,
Living him bitter with emotions that are fragile.
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He stands in the middle of a wrangle,
That had made his life to tangle,
It is like being in a jungle,
Only that what he can hear is a bickering silence,
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Beware of……

The human beast,
Who does nothing but feast,
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What do you do when you have made a mistake?
And when the person you have wronged thinks you are a fake,
Even though everything you do is for their sake.
Tell me what is the take,
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In her eyes I saw an inflaming scorch of desire,
So I sow the seeds of passion in her garden,
A liaison I engaged in,
Without realizing the wickedness that leaked within her,
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The last time I saw him breath he was asleep,
But the last time I saw him sleep,
I could not help but weep,
My tears trickled down and formed a sorrowful heap,
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