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UNUSUAL




By Ola Vincent Omotade
(A romantic-lite expression)





POEM 1
The night is past and the day is broken..oh so bright the sun says..

"The month of MAY "

Today speaks of this calmness, this brightness,
Today carries the message of heavy words
Words that are pregnant with beauty for you

And so I asked myself, Ola what is happening?
Why is my manly heart burning with the flames of passion?
Why I'm I swimming in the lovely river of affection?

The sun is high up in the sky
And LOVETH , today is you.
Today the flowers hold out water for you
The butterflies are dancing in their colour while my heart sings for you

Today, I bring you soft messages of affection
Slowly and softly, gift my love to your tender heart.

Today, I give my ear to the ponder of your pretty thoughts and  angelic rihannic voice, touching the deepest down of my soul

I give my arms to embrace of your beautiful body
I give my kiss to the need of your romantic lips



POEM 2

After seeing a pretty picture uploaded on your  profile some weeks ago..
 (sitting behind flowers)


The nature say to me I am love, then I live in your heart, cos you got love in your inside and Loveth's smile is nature.

Then to Loveth.. I'll fluster you with the flood of smiles.

Say I'm hilarious, then I'll sway your cuteness into laughter

Cos you're very pretty, and your laughter is the music of many waters, the melody of brooks.

And if I've got passion and flair,
If my heart is an haven of emotions

Say I am art and you're beauty;

I will sing softly of your lustre, ministering to your soul with my gentle acoustic strings

The tenderness of hyacinths that your heart holds out to me..

I can't stand the whiteness of you teeth, purely golden like the white keys of the piano..

Quietly, I'll tell your ear in a whisper
"I love you"


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