Tell This To That Dazzling Angel Poem by David Olusanya

Tell this to that dazzling angel
that caught my eyes and made me fell.
That made me fell like the might of Troy
and made me cry like a little boy.

This is not a usual bread,
it is with this, that cupid was bred.
Another loaf from your chosen baker
who was inflamed by the hurt of Rebecca.

These lines are pure like a foetal soul
they're better enjoyed when you ingest the whole.
The riddles are plain, you need not frown
like a royal bride that has smudged her gown.

My heart was cold in the street of despair
and joy seem to have roamed into a land of nowhere.
Bliss was brutal with her divorce letter
and to die for the world seem to be better.

Then an angel appeared in my starless night,
emitting a sweet odour that tastes like sprite.
She has a smooth and sparkling skin
that helplessly enforces my soul to sin.

She said to me; 'fear not, fair one
you need not sulk, nor your light grow wan.
'A man is forged in trials'; they say.'
And she lit me a lamp and fled away.

She fled away, not into the sky,
She fled away without a 'bye'.
She left me thirsty for just a kiss,
She left me lonely with a speck of bliss.

Tell this to that dazzling angel
that caught my eyes and made me fell.
That made me fell like the might of Troy
and made me sob like a little boy.

That I'll hunt her with all my life
until she becomes my wedded wife.
That if she fly till the end of time,
then my endless thirst shall be her crime.

David O. Olusanya