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ONE DAY





By Ola Vincent Omotade

My eyes clouded with tears, it started to drip out of my eyes, rolling through my cheek, then some resting on my lips..
Observable  like thunder and lightning.
All i meant was love.

So when the heavens parted  her gentle smile lasted on the planetary bodies,
So while the filaments lasted her stars kept shinning my world.

But one day, all this Rossy words will,
will stop. I mean no more poetry
And shut closed will be the mouth,
mouth of the poet always opened.

So I ask, why do love exist?
why do we love those who don't love us?
and why do our heart pants for people who see us like shadows and sunset of an intricate star.
But yet we kept pursuing them to moon.

One day Love will live,
and truly we'll be found in her hands,
whose hand? her hands
the one who will give us her thoughts, who will give us her heart who will truly believe we loved her before she loved her love loved into Loving us.

Closet sobbers laughed at me, mess
they marveled at my tenderness
Because I can't see  her flaws
her feelings for now looks like claws
But all in one do I love her like a crazy lover.
And strongly do I believe she will love me
ONE DAY.

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