Adeosun Olamide


My, O Mine - Poem by Adeosun Olamide

How dost you'
Frighten me so
With your love-
And care

Manner dost
Does dreads me-

I, neither worthy
Your gaze
Is burdened your caress
But hear the gods-
Their displeasure in weeps
And yet their consent
In coldness
That shriveled leaves
Be our blanket

Aye, you be queen
And I be eunuch
But naught interferes
This violent feeling
Not the sting that caught offers
Nor the fear foul of hell
O my fair lady!
If thy beauty washet
I shall blind
Not it could
But I
A chameleon
For you

And bosom yours
Be fine gallows
To lose head

Tis here my lady
My life seeks grave

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015


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