Love Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

Love



Can I steal her heart
Without talking to her eyes?
Can I touch the vibrant cheek
Without holding her hands?
My dear, your eyes are the dark magical crystal
I've ever seen
They're the wine that led Adam's path

Your heart is the medicine my mother told me of
It's the custodian of your infectious smile that gyrates a man's legs
Keep on healing souls

Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success