Inamorata Poem by henry ochiagha

INAMORATA by Henry Ochiagha

Loneliness and midnight breeze torments
Especially when no one is by your side
Who will be my inamorata?
One morning at the bus stop
I ran into a young charming lady
Thinking she was the one
Not knowing she had other agenda
Never knew i was chasing after another
Those that came by are like those that went by
Bearing the mark of dishonesty
Disobedient; not ready to be corrected
Pride; no humility
Unfaithfulness; not faithful
Chasing after my treasure like a sea pirate
Where can i see you?
You may be with another man
But i believe the wind of love will surely unite us
Someday sometime somewhere
I have search the whole country in the continent were i reside
All i see is fake pretenders that mimic your attributes
My inamorata, let me be your inamorato