Sonnet Xxx Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

The radiance of her face beamed like
The impenitent sun who strike
The fleshy-boned arms of the water,
And made her curse and had speeches altered.
He'd approached her to lay his sermon,
And bridge a paragraph, like to the dusk, the morn.
And she bewitched by the tongue stolen
From a beehive, gave in and was in love trodden.

Now, he'd gotten all he needed and flee,
Left the maiden shattered, without his bill.

The promise he'd made was the arts of his mouth,
And not the thought of his heart but the mouth.

By this, the culprit draw a conclusion that there is no love:
But I'll tell you, love's still in her garment but many put on in her form, lust.
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