Sonnet 11: Adolis Poem by Folayemi Akande

Sonnet 11: Adolis



O sweet love of wonderous groom
Thou art fain as roses bloom
Scent me o, thy lilac boom
That which hence art ever loom.

I love her, I ver'ly so
Rare her form of sourly taste
From plume of wild roses state
This night shall blend her I know.

Faint kisses shall lend their scent
Roses fume shall heist the room
Which only hath ever toom
Where-in they shall nest their tent.

For my love shall love her still
Such root do wounded figs till

Monday, March 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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