INDESCRIBABLE INFATUATIONS

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By Ola Vincent omotade

The feeling that enveloped my heart
The veryday I first saw you
It was a warming sensation
It began from the dark part of my brain
Slowly down to the sole of my feet
Like a mass of melted fat
Soaking a loaf of moist bread
So deep that I felt it reverberating
Within my being, pounding
Like the sonorous beat of the ogene
Sounding high, yet almost inaudible
Millions of happy butterflies swam my belly
It was like the earth stopped spinning
An elated moment of ecstatic rumbling
Yet, vain hope lavished my feeling
For it flew away quicker than it came
And left the hearth of my heart
In chilling embers of dust and ash
And so the hottest flame of love
Turned out to have the coldest of ash
It was no more than mere infatuation

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