My Dearest Jean {letter To Jean Clarke} Poem by Isiuwa Osa-Iguehide

My dearest Jean,
It is with love I wrote this letter,
Not for you to see nor read alone,
But for the World to read and hear the echo from a lover boy.

The night is here on me,
The cockcrow and roar with a tinning voice,
It is time to sleep it said.
Gazing through my widow wondering what has kept me awake through the night,

The dance of love has kept me awake,
The ringing of your sweet name in my heart,
The sweet beat that kept sounding from your sweet voice

I wish never to fall asleep,
I wish never to see the brightness of the day,
I wish never to awake from this imagination of waiting expectation
For your absent seems like I am alone in the world.

Read me not from what hold before,
But what hold now and the future we both have booked to live a happy life,
I am here awake and waiting for you to knock at my door,
Waiting for you to kiss me through air,
And embrace me in the deepest fantasy of fulfilled expectations.