Love Misspelt Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

Love Misspelt



My blood runs superlatively through the missive pen, just as superfluous to defy your thrust of 'love misspelt'. A massive drama at the peak of misnoma, nay, something of a meiosis. My heart is but a pentagon overflown with the love of love. An explosive vilification of my heart atlas. Don't think me dippy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Tunji Ibrahim

Tunji Ibrahim

Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria.
Close
Error Success