Micheal King

Rookie - 1 Points (May-29-1993 / Abuja, Nigeria)

My Rivulet Of Words - Poem by Micheal King

With thee, my consciousness seems inevitably withing.
from thy touch comes my every cheer.
thou are my source of inspiration, unseperated you seem from my noble self, for thy company fills my poetic pen with endless expression of passionate words.
Inexplicable is the nature of the inspiration i get from thee, yet i cannot but appreciate my noble source of words. My awareness seems immortals with thy presence, for with unendind lines i seek to express my inspiration's state.
Microscopic thou seem unseen, but thy effect on my noble self is yet unhidden as my lines reveals to the words, the pros of thy magical touch.
Oh! my noble source of merriam-webster, the songs of ode i seek to bid thee seems unending, for my every cheer flows from thee.
A warrior's strength they say is his armour, but here i am a warrior in the arena, battling with men of noble minds with thee as my armour, my armour of strength and glad tidings filled with words of unending meanings.
Like a lexicon, my heart is filled with poetic jaggons only for thy company's sake, for without thee, the expressions of my emotion yet seems shallow.
mine heart is filled with songs of ode to the Almighty for blessing my course with thee...
for when nature call, i run to thee for help, and like a caring mother protecting her offspring, you fill my heart with passionate words as i write in rhethoriz sense.
greatful am i to thee for there is no better half as thee.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 25, 2013

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