Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 3, 2018

Passion ~by Samson Olamide Fakunle




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If It’s no crime to love
why won’t I make the move?
how sweet it were, ever seem
to watch the crispy ripples of the beach
to hear each other whispered speech
fallen asleep in a half dream
waking early by the morning bliss
greeting each other with lovely kiss
your pretty face making me wander
all alone rolling in meander
through my grand intuition I guesses
a chief beauty that confesses
your saintly visage is bright
to hit the sense of human sight
beautiful but such as in esteem
a gentle might be seem

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