What I Crave To See Poem by Godspower Oshodin

Peaceful smiles in shadow-like body
my blazing heart, subdued, by her sonorous melody.
Wicked thoughts in emotionless mind,
And, tepid lips lowered against my tasty glide.

Beautiful sorrows, landing on effortless gain,
A tear for joy, watering, my glorious pain.
This angelic lady, waddle my unfortunate feelings,
A fearful next step revealing my broken hearted dealings.

Tempt my sudden feelings, and cast the demons wrath,
I might die in heavenly Romeo's path.
Grey hair, in mid-twenties crisis,
It's my ageless pen that wrote those poetic Nemesis.

That same guy that let your passionate evil propel,
Still gave you this ill-feelings in your 'darkly cell'.
Your majestic steps, still murmur in my acoustic luscious mind,
And the boy in me, accommodated you repelling side.

Tell them we existed even before the fictional tales in 'Titanic'
I'm speechless as your true feelings panic.
My everyday sings of your spotless sins,
Adventures buried inside my 'Day Dreams'.

I still recall the keenness in your lovely expression,
But, you've left me in this Emotional Depression.
I still depend on your early morning kiss,
My cheek is now dry, for that touch of peace.

I can't sing those songs you taught me anymore,
Because your voice didn't chorus as I write my Memoir.
Please lace my heart in firmament Hue,
And chastised my withered love in early morning dew.

Deadlines, counting down towards Ageless glories,
A fable; and a Romantic Poet's epic stories.
Tell thee disciples about our graceless accord,
And see if they'll depend on your fallacious discord.

Revenge your fallout in prose-like poetry,
Or sleep in a poetic dungeon, near John Keats Cemetery.
My heart still howl around your clueless distance,
My memories still smells your perfect fragrance.

Don't go near my relentless pursuit to succeed,
It hurts many; and leaves the Jazebels stranded.
But I admire the muse that wrote this poem,
Poetic Giants crowned in Ancient Israelites Realm.

Mammoths swallow my burning desires,
I'll never stop loving you, ‘cos a Poet hardly retires.
Your gravy tunnel is curious to contain me,
Your kissable lower-lip is ‘what I crave to see’.