Smell Of Love Poem by cliff kawerani

‘I love you, ' the whisper hit on my ears
Roused the shrink heart to pulsate to a rest
For remembered I; having spilt the very
But was a true born October sun
With her ears ruling the east and west
A crocodile smile she pasted with zest
Certifying phony love on my heart to spy
Drawing the attack, defying the former

Started to wilt-the sprout
As by rich clouds of the needed was denied
And digging the buried, was ricking a gush
For fathering the future the past refuted
Blame be the lamps and wings of the head
For the veiled colors and lies never unveiled
The one to rule out smell then be

Mere erratic songs whispers have grown
And future tear-triggers roses be the best
Having wedding a diplomatic larceny
With rings the far worst
While a 5miles race woe the upshots
The athlete accepts the meddle no more

But looms the passionate day over
Where lies the other half attempts to locate
But in the successful success be
If from this are untied, be the luckiest
For can't tell though used
The only that can turn black into white
So be not sleepy but while still fresh smell
That the very stump you never hit