Cornelius - Pills And Potion Poem by Anita Khelawan

He is strong willed and wise
For the rest of my life, he wants to take me to paradise
Who are you, Cornelius?
Are you a Grecian God?
Or a man of God?
Or a mere mortal who is perfectly flawed?
For now, I'll claim you as my gentle giant
Come fuse (as in weld) …. …
Not confuse my heart hoping I'd be his number one client
Maybe you will see right through me. Come and solder (me)
Blind me with your love, I am Arc eyed. Can't see no other
I AM his type... caliber and pedigree
I am everything and more do not limit me
I am the epitome of simplistic beauty mixed with romance
I don't need no spells nor love potions to have in a trance
My aura is enough, let's go to church together be in reverence

Copyright Anita C.R. Khelawan
17/03/2022