Love Is Born Poem by Aseso Omollo

Love Is Born



He saw her,

Hair, flowing black silk

Sway of grace –

Egyptian princess


Eyes calling,

Lips beckoning to taste,


He reached,

And felt the petal soft of her skin begging to touch,


She whispered as...

Tears welled and – she,

Gazed into his eyes and He to hers –

As love is born

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