Saturday, 18 January 2014

My Autumn Across The Border


When I first saw you
your heart was as high as mountain top
with so much complications for despair
But your eyes are as beautiful 
as the gates of heaven
with attractive Iris that may
sweep a clergy off his feet
The sound of your voice 
as the waves of an ocean
that could drown a man
and as the melody of a violin
that can keep me dancing all night 
Though i wish i found you 
before taking your heart to that height 
yet i embraced the pains 
of holding the key to your heart
For i considered how happy i can be 
whenever i reach your beautiful mind
As you appeared to be loved at first sight
but can't get enough of you around
you became my autumn across the border.




Gibson I. C. Otuyah

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