Lament Of Rejected Lover Poem by Ndimancho T Nyowikeh

In her green stage,
In her nuptial stage.
Wherein we all glad and hem in love trances
Wherein her Tele power On, is but my inbox
Call, Call, Call till I'm awake to face Venus's lass
Long in romantic tales, long in exotic smiles
Then, drowsiness at full brim, bids us fare well.
Not until the crowing of the cock,
Before the eye of the heavens shines.
Here, she comes Call, Call, Call, all in bliss,
Answers, with elation, in her drowsy voice
"Have a nice day" I, in feedback, "Same to U! "
This was just the peripheral.
In a nutshell,
She was Precious and Priceless.
Now I know her price is Less!
All because she scorned me
And choose none but my foe.
Now, in all drops & drips, I'm a Fool.

_Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh_